SHOOT BACK!

[Intro]
(Fuck you, Acculbed)

[Chorus]
Too much bread on my mind, think I'm runnin' out of time
When the opps shoot, I shoot back (Paow, paow)
He a lil' pussy, feline, got him actin' like a mime
With the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
Now I'm countin' up my bread, fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy, gon' shoot 'til you dead
Now I'm gettin' to the bag, yeah, you a lil' bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich

[Post-Chorus]
Like, Godamn, bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin' like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the Fendi on the belt, got the Prada on the kicks
Yeah that shawty hella bad, light skin, big tits
Now I'm countin' up these racks, yeah, I'm countin' up these stacks
Bitch, I'm smokin' on his pack while I watch his body bleed
Only еighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin' tough but this choppa make him leavе

[Verse]
Like, damn
Shawty hella bad
She a light skin with a whole lot of ass
And I'm smokin' on that gas I'ma puff, puff, pass
Shawty scream' my name when I hit it from the back
Like, damn, bitch, tell me, what's the word?
Sippin' on that drank got me talkin' with a slur
Pop another pill 'til I'm floatin' out the earth
Bitch, I ain't no TikTok, but I'm the biggest bird

[Chorus]
Too much bread on my mind, think I'm runnin' out of time
When the opps shoot, I shoot back (Paow, paow)
He a lil' pussy, feline, got him actin' like a mime
With the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
Now I'm countin' up my bread, fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy, gon' shoot 'til you dead
Now I'm gettin' to the bag, yeah, you a lil' bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich

[Post-Chorus]
Like, Godamn, bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin' like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the Fendi on the belt, got the Prada on the kicks
Yeah that shawty hella bad, light skin, big tits
Now I'm countin' up these racks, yeah, I'm countin' up these stacks
Bitch, I'm smokin' on his pack while I watch his body bleed
Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin' tough but this choppa make him leave

[Chorus]
Too much bread on my mind, think I'm runnin' out of time
When the opps shoot, I shoot back (Paow, paow)
He a lil' pussy, feline, got him actin' like a mime
With the choppa gotta, empty out the mag
Now I'm countin' up my bread, fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy, gon' shoot 'til you dead
Now I'm gettin' to the bag, yeah, you a lil' bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich