[Intro]
Shot with the strap, I'm slamming some shit
You better hope this bitch jam or some shit
The demon in me, I'ma channel that bitch (Ayy)
Ride with this metal, dismantle some sh–
(Angel ate this ho)
Ayy
[Chorus]
One shot nigga (Bah), I aim it at you (Bah)
Real talk nigga, you know I'ma shoot (Bah)
Fake Wok' thought he was sipping on gook
Straight drop a four, not a deuce (Pew)
K-roll that boy, and then run off with that (Heh)
And then head to the trap think I'm busting a zip down (Busting a zip)
When we get up, up, get down (Down)
Used to be with it, but he ain't on shit now
[Verse]
Knock off your fit, and get in where you fit now
Oh, .762 that's a big round
Bitch nigga Jeffin' on Twitter, a big clown
I be on my wave, you shit niggas sit down (Ayy)
Bitch, nigga I squeeze
Happy birthday to me with a new ACP
Or MGP, or POV
Or get in her stomach like her DOC
Ayy, rip stick bitch I don't skate
But I grind with a pipe and I ride every day
And now you in front of that wraith, man a nigga don't know when I silence the 'K
Don't fall out your body just tryna get buck
Know some killas do some homi's, and shit for a buck, huh
Shoot this shit out the trunk
Clip extended, you can't even fit if you tuck
[Bridge]
Shot with the strap, I'm slamming some shit
You better hope this bitch jam or some shit
The demon in me, I'ma channel that bitch (Ayy)
Ride with this metal, dismantle some shit
[Verse 2]
HK, MP, cut a nigga shit up (Cut a nigga shit up)
We finna stop buying straps and start building them bitches (Building them bitches)
Head to the hills with them bitches (Bitches)
Ain't finish school, ain't make much of a difference (No)
I sat up front 'cause they know I ain't listen (Heh)
Show up to lunch and sell pills to them bitches (Them bitches)
Heist got a pump, let that bitch get to kickin' (Kick)
Rifle cook niggas, you get in the kitchen
See me in person, now she on a mission (Ayy)
Choking that bitch, yeah she get a submission (Submission)
Choppas like Harley, find out where you kickin' (You kickin')
Crashing the party, this shit a collision
[Chorus]
One shot nigga (Bah), I aim it at you (Bah)
Real talk nigga, you know I'ma shoot (Bah)
Fake Wok' thought he was sipping on gook (Ayy)
Straight drop a four, not a deuce (Bah)
K-roll that boy, and then run off with that (Heh)
And then head to the trap think I'm busting a zip down (Busting a zip)
When we get up, up, get down (Down)
Used to be with it, but he ain't on shit now