SHOTGUN

[Part I]

[Intro: Diizii]
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, 12-gauge, 12-gauge, ah (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Diizii]
Huh (Yeah, yeah), huh, flip ‘em like the page (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ha, ooh)
I knew the last bitch was hoin’, that’s why I couldn’t stay (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, phew)
Yeah (Ooh), they finna run around from the gun sounds, it’s a bloody day (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, bah-bah-bah!)
This nigga see me (Ooh), so he break a sweat, then I’ma get him hot like a sunny day, lil’ bitch (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, hey, ooh)
Yeah, pull up, he saw this shit, I’m like, “this a muh’fuh 12-gauge” (Ooh)
It’s the same shit goin’ on if we in West A or in LA (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge), huh (Ooh)
We be trippin’, but never fell, ayy, huh
Have his ass dancin’ like the ballet (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge), huh (Ooh)
Remix this shit like Khaled, huh
Lil’ bitch, I’m up, not a bad egg (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge), huh (Ooh)
Not a what? So bring me the static, I’ll bring you up past up the attic (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ooh)
I got me this– ah, and this shit automatic
Quiero ser ciego when I get the Patek (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, phew), huh (Ooh)
Keep it goin’, lil’ bitch, I stay at it, yeah
Bitch, I be tweakin’ like addicts (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge), okay (Ooh)
Keep it goin’, don’t be doin’ no hoin’
But she got her ass, so, yeah, she finna throw it (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ooh)
I’m goin’, he goin’, she goin’, we goin’
I pull up and– rrr, and I got ‘em open (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ooh)
I got lil’ bro tweakin’, I got this bitch tweakin’
They be like, “damn, Miicho be flowin’” (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ooh)
I go off the muh’fuckin’ za but these niggas stayin’ pourin’
But, bitch, it’s okay, well, niggas be stupid (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge, ooh), but that lil’ youngin’ X Miicho be knowin’
I’m finna throw it and I’m goin’ (Muh’fuh’ 12-gauge), ooh

[Chorus: Ajskells & Diizii]
What? I make art, hella avant-garde (What? What? What? What the fuck?)
I do my shit, then I dip, I just play my part (Woo, ayy, I just play my part)
Already hanging with the stars, we just goin’ far (Okay, ‘kay, ah, shit)
He said he fell off, now I’m winnin’ (Yeah, shh), he gon’ fall apart (Whew, whew, whew, damn, shh)
Ayy, fuck that noise (Shh), ayy (Ayy, shh-shh), fuck that noise (Okay, shh-shh-shh)
I keep my heart up on my chest, I really ain’t got no choice (Ayy, ayy, yeah, bitch)
I’m tryna kill my ghosts, so I want me a Rolls Royce (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt! Bitch)
I’m buildin’ cemeteries of the rap, that’s some shit I enjoy (Ch, oh, ch)

[Verse 2: Ajskells]
Runnin’ it up, hop on the beat, now I’m fuckin’ it up, ooh (Ch, ch)
Give no fuck, I’m at the top, I’m up and stuck, ayy
You don’t do shit, so your talk just not enough, nah (Yeah, it’s up)
Your ass not experimental, you just suck (Yeah, fuckin’ ass)
Hop in my whip, we goin’ fast, Drake, digital dash (Yeah, like Drake)
I was sleepin’ in the back and gave no fuck ‘bout class (I didn’t)
But I still walk in in this bitch and I got major class (I do)
I feel immortal, I still live every day like it’s last (My last, woo)

[Chorus: Ajskells & SLIK2NSAYN KNTM]
What? I make art, hella avant-garde (Ch-ch, don’t play)
I do my shit, then I dip, I just play my part (Okay, okay, play my part)
Already hanging with the stars, we just goin’ far (Okay, ‘kay, yeah)
He said he fell off, now I’m winnin’ (Yeah, shh), he gon’ fall apart (Whew, whew, whew, fall apart)
Ayy, fuck that noise (Fuck that what?), ayy (Ayy), fuck that noise (Okay)
I keep my heart up on my chest, I really ain’t got no choice (Ayy, ayy)
I’m tryna kill my ghosts, so I want me a Rolls Royce (Bitch)
I’m buildin’ cemeteries of the rap, that’s some shit I enjoy (Ch)

[Verse 3: SLIK2NSAYN KNTM]
Yeah, like I’m in the morgue rappin’, I got deadly flows
Pull up with the hearse, he dead to me, he get exposed
We call hoes by shotguns ‘cause we know them bitches blow
Don’t you make the block hot like Tajín, this ain’t México
Yeah, fuck they been talkin’ ‘bout? Been on my own shit, never no ho shit (Never no ho shit)
Floodin’ my wrist, fuck a fountain, I’m doin’ this shit like a ocean (Flood like a ocean)
If I pull up on the scene, you best get to workin’ ‘cause I’m ‘bout that motion (Motion)
I don’t condone in doin’ them drugs, but I’m poppin a Perc’ to get focused (Pop it, I’m poppin’ it, I’m poppin’ it)
The only problem that I really have is a lot of these rappers will pop one and they can’t control it (Problem have is–, oh, no, they can’t)
A lot of these rappers is fake, yeah, they fake and they never did no shit (Never did nothin’)
They fake for the fame, they fake for the views, they wanna be noticed (You ain’t got fans)
Yeah, I keep it real like I’m sworn in, yeah
My people pull up in a swarm like they locusts
They on my dick while talkin’ shit, that shit be bogus
“If you ain’t about the money, fuck up out my face,” that’s my slogan

[Chorus: Ajskells]
What? I make art, hella avant-garde (Ch-ch, don’t play)
I do my shit, then I dip, I just play my part (Okay, okay)
Already hanging with the stars, we just goin’ far (What he on?)
He said he fell off, now I’m winnin’ , he gon’ fall apart (What? Woo)
Ayy, fuck that noise, ayy (Fuck it), fuck that noise (Fuck that shit, okay)
I keep my heart up on my chest, I really ain’t got no choice (For real, for real, woo, woo)
I’m tryna kill my ghosts, so I want me a Rolls Royce (Woo, woo)
I’m buildin’ cemeteries of the rap, that’s some shit I enjoy

[Part II]

[Verse: Ajskells]
Ayy, some shit I like to do
Fuck with the fam’ and my girl, but I don’t fuck with you
And you can say what you want, but you know it’s true (Oh, okay)
Come hop on the wave, come hop on the new shit
My crew spit fire like how Charizard do shit
Two beats on a song, now, fuck it, I’m too sent
JAY-Z on the album, I got me the blueprint
Dropped the album and they still want new shit, okay
Name association, talked on me and he blew up
Crazy on beats, I’m feelin’ really screwed up (Wild)
Show me yo’ song if you ain’t want the truth, huh
Movin’ weird, I cut you out, that’s a deuce, huh
Ch-ch-chop it up, Gordon Ramsay
Irritate rappers, see? These fuckers can’t stand me

[Outro]
Ajskells finna rip this bitch