Shells Droppin’

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh (Cruise Control)
Really born to win, bitch
F-f-fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat

[Verse 1: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Bitch, I pull up and I air it out, you hear the shells droppin' (Hear that bitch droppin')
Man, shoutout to the fiends 'cause you know they stay coppin'
Niggas really hate me 'cause my fucking name poppin' (Damn)
I don't never hide out, bitch, I'm pin droppin' (Pin droppin')
Been poppin', swear I knock his fuckin' wig off him (Knock his wig off him)
I'm a wolf, you a pig, and you know I'm pig droppin' (Pig droppin')
Your man's really broke, he ain't rich, bitch, stop it (Bitch, stop it)
You ain't rich, bitch, stop it, ayy
Look (Look)
No cap, I had to get it out the mud (Out the mud)
Make a jug, baby, I ain't got no time to fall in love (Bitch, make a jug)
Bitch, you might got corona so I can't give you a hug (You got the 'rona)
Opps ridin' with an L, I went home with a dub (With a dub)
She be many, I can tell you that for sure (Tell you that for sure)
Bitch, I'm really born to win so I gotta keep a pole (Keep that pole)
Tell these bitches that it's up, now it's really on the flo'
I just bought a new chop, came with a big scope (Damn)
And that's your lil' baby, 'round here she big ho (Big ho)
I'm finna let this bitch blow if anybody get close
I heard the feds at my do', I'm hoppin' out the window (Bitch, I'm gone, huh)
This ain't a stock clip, bitch, it got extendo

[Verse 2: MemoTheMafioso]
And I'm a bread winner, baby, so I really get dough (Dough boy)
Big pole, let it blow if anybody get bold
Boy, don't get yo' shit cracked thinkin' that you Kimbo
When I tuff tone talk we gon' make him limbo, get rolled (Get low)
.45 came with the beam (Aight)
Praise the motherfucking real steady plucking the strings (The real)
If I tuck it by the waist then it's busting the seams
I'm serving the fiends, I'm finna get it by any means (Haha)
I been all about the flips since a K-I-D (K-I-D)
Gotta get it how you live, baby, c'est la vie (C'est la vie)
They be watching how I move tryna be like me
I'm VIP, you somethin' like a P-I-G (Pig)
I just popped five bands, 'bout to cop nine hands (Ooh)
If you went through what I did, you'd probably pop five Xans (Ugh)
Ion really trust shit, barely got five friends (For real)
What's a poodle to a pit? You is not my kin
On the real (On the real), all facts, fuck how you feel
So much weight up on my plate that I'm breaking the scale
What he say? I'm in his face, I'm finna break it as well
I fell in love with chasing paper, you be chasing the tail (Simp)
I'ma talk my shit until they pop my shit
I ain't no motherfucking P but I be walking with a limp (Pimp walk)
I started with a couple G's and now I get it by the grip (By the grip)
You hear the shells dropping, tryna reach, you gettin' hit
Stop playing with me

[Outro]
Man
Ayy, Bravo
Better tell these people stop playin', man, we really born to win though