Like, what?
Ghosty
Get money
Bizzy
That's right
Shoota Gang
What? Like
(Hook)
I think I'm too sauced
I need to cool off
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop me a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this forty boom off
My shooters too clutch, bow
Half of the yerky she got that shit looking chewed up
I caught him lacking he on a date looking boo'd up
I call my shooters, yeah, you know JJ gonna boom some
Ain't no reaction tell my shooters to blast 'em
No satisfaction we do drills off of madness
Niggas be capping they don't live what they rapping
I don't need to go platinum, I get breesh off trapping
Luva be with me, hella shooters but they give me the sitchy
Do a drill in a renty, he want me dead tell that boy come and get me
And I'm always on 50, catch me in traffic you know it get tricky
And a bitch cannot get me, she only gonna line me if she look like Nicki
Uh, you know what I mean
I still do a hit even in my Amiri jeans
I'm so fresh and clean
He talking hot bullets do him like Listerine
When I'm on the scene
They preying and watching cause they know who Bizzy be
With a million Gs
And we twist up our fingers but bro we don't play for keeps
I see a opp go blast 'em, JJ get that nigga
I got some shooters I swear they moving like Nashes
I'm in the hood I told y'all I move tactic
And for a backend, brodie gonna go blow his back in
Pause, like
I think I'm too sauced
I need to cool off, like
Go close the room door
After that take ya shoes off
I think I'm too raw
Pop me a perc then I moonwalk
What I'm in the mood for
For this forty boom off
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