Shoot

[Intro: SL]
Huh (Al Geno on the track)
When you hate me, say, "Don't do that," tell you what and not to do (Huh)
I know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon' prove? (Huh)
Oh-oh (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Chorus: SL]
Don't get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain't puttin' on no flute
Got attachment on the stick but we don't use it when we shoot (You know, oh)
I ain't tryna show my face, I came up poppin' out the blue (Blue)
I put tags up on the bags, I'm wrappin' plastic, shit ain't new (Oh-oh)
Look like hell up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon' shoot (Ayy)
I know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon' prove? (Prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
I take sluts to 'bnbs and let them fuck all on the crew (Ayy, ayy)
Fat boy landin' with them packs, back to the spot, that shit was smooth

[Verse 1: SL]
We been choppin' shit for Tank (Ayy, go), know I love spinnin' shit with Woo (Oh, oh)
Spark from the Draco hit my face 'cause I ain't extend when I blew (Oh-oh)
Pissed on a ho (Yeah, yeah), I thought I busted in her in the face, I blame them screws
Say, where the real streets? (Huh) How the fuck that real be? (Oh-oh, uh, huh)
Pull up with lil' 9, so we get closer, he know how we creep (Creep)
That pistol close to me, that's how I sleep (Go, that's how I sleep)
I hope them niggas know that cap shit ain't gon' last long (Mm, mm, won't last long)
Still wake up early (Oh-oh), hit the chop' until them bags gone (Them bags gone)

[Verse 2: MGM Lett]
Put my mind up on this mic, I ain't gotta hide shit (Gotta hide shit)
Don't be iffy, pick the ticket, boy, my trap like PrizePicks (Swear my trap just like PrizePicks)
I ain't gotta wait on you to shop (Shop), got niggas pull up, buyin' quick (Pull up, buyin' quick)
Them new Chanel's that I just copped, it's for my bitch, a size six (Oh,-oh, a size six)
The streets so watered down, I wake up and just pray and hope it changed (I just pray and hope it changed)
If you waited and not lazy, might can join the motion game (Might can join the motion game)
I pop my shit for all them times I had one pair of school pants (One pair of school pants)
In the club standin' still, my chain bust out a cool dance (Oh-oh, my chain bust out a cool dance)
Catch an opp up up in traffic, he get hit through all doors (Uh, get hit through all doors)
Man, that lil' ho know what's happenin' (Oh, oh, oh), had that bitch on all fours (Had that bitch on all fours)
I spent a ticket on my ears, you heard a nigga said what? (A nigga said what?)
Quarterback, let him corner shit, like down, say hut (Oh-oh, don't say hut)
I pass up niggas like Shedeur (True), I can never be a runner (No)
Just tryna stay up out of jail (Oh) 'cause niggas swell like Travis Hunter (Oh-oh, for sure)
All my life I had to pop it (Pop it), 'cause that broke shit, it ain't cute (Cute)
I'm in the smurf with that boy SL, all them niggas know is shoot (No)

[Chorus: SL]
Don't get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain't puttin' on no flute
Got attachment on the stick but we don't use it when we shoot (No)
I ain't tryna show my face, I came up poppin' out the blue (Blue, oh, oh, oh)
I put tags up on the bags, I'm wrappin' plastic, shit ain't new (Oh, oh)
Look like hell up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon' shoot (Ayy)
I know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon' prove? (Prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
I take sluts to 'bnbs and let them fuck all on the crew (Ayy, ayy)
Fat boy landin' with them packs, back to the spot, that shit was smooth

[Outro: SL]
Huh, huh, huh
Fat boy landin' with them packs, back to the spot, that shit was smooth
Huh, yeah
I know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon' prove?