Marston

[Intro: Maccy]
Yeah, yeah
Shooting my shot like-
Hm, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Maccy]
Shooting my shot like Marston
Ride a horse, no seatbelt fasten
I don't pop no X like Carson
But call their number, you can ask 'em
About my past, yeah, internet robbing
Stealing my sound, internet robbing
Wearing my hood, internet Robin
My career chase, yeah, ain't no stopping
Shooting my shot, six revolver
Can't trust no one, yeah, thought I told her
Back in the day never was sober
I got range, I got Rover
My life is just a B-Roll, uh
Can't fuck with no amigos. uh
Was off them drugs, call RICO, uh
My life full of scripts, I rewrote, uh
I feel like me 'cause I'm getting mad
Feel like X 'cause I'm getting sad
But it don't matter anyways
I'mma past the mic to my man Brad

[Verse 2: Bradley]
Shout out to mexico, I get the guap
Then I fly in the Benz
Lil' shawty she love me, I know she a fan tho
G shock on my wrist then
Load that clip, extendo
Fully automatic on a gun, that's a bank roll
If she tryna pull up for the fun, I say hell no
Brudda I been tryna run it up, no legs tho
Only thing I talk about is guns like I send those, ugh
Louie V, I can't see
All these bullets hit yo' head though
Gucci on the seem 'cause I been feeling like the man, woah
I been living in the wild like I been gripping on the western
That's a different kind of session
When I'm on the mic, I send that boy to heaven, woah
Shooting my shot like I'm Marston
I got guap so I feel awsome, eat that food no Baskin Robbins
Rodent rats but this a possum, when I'm on the mic I blossom
Remember when I wrote 'bout gotham
10k on that bit, I got some money
Now I'm up in moderns