Sending Out Shots

[Hook: T-Money]
Sending out shots
Nigga we came from the block
We know that you talk to the cops
Niggas, y'all ops
Bitch, we came from the drought
When our pockets were dry and we're out
We had no bread
Nigga, you gon' write me a check
And this knife'll come at your neck
You'll end up dead
Bullets they flying your way
And you know that they hitting direct

[Verse: Leechy Boi]
I can't hide what I've became
You can't buy,why I'm ashamed
I feel fine, you can't relate
I'll unwind into a case
Got a 5 inch knife, enter your face
And 12 might find blood on my blade
But I grin wide and I proclaim
That red's mine, all it's the same
Blood all in my spit, grew up in the pit
Rotted in the basement, now your face getting split
Red run down my neck, now a body's in a crypt
Try to play the hero, and you end up getting crippled
I keep blades, ho, fuck your strap, no bullets in my fucking knife
Afraid of heights? Run off, don't forget to cut your fucking lights
Came from strife, lurking in the darkness, better fear a strike
Take your life, they won't find the body, once it's chopped and fried
I ride on your block and I'm itching to buck you
Not on gay shit, but I'm down to fuck you
Riding with Haitians, sak passe jugboon?
Ou paka bat m'wen, you cannot run through
Leechy, you stupid, you sickening, aye
I got amphetamines inside my brain
Biting the jugular, I'm still insane
Doxxing myself, you still know where I stay

[Hook: T-Money] (x3)
Sending out shots
Nigga we came from the block
We know that you talk to the cops
Niggas, y'all ops
Bitch, we came from the drought
When our pockets were dry and we're out
We had no bread
Nigga, you gon' write me a check
And this knife'll come at your neck
You'll end up dead
Bullets they flying your way
And you know that they hitting direct