Look
All I wanted was the riches, uh
But you niggas pissin' me off
Like, watch how you talk to a boss, uh
Watch how I'm counting up
I know it's hate, 'cause they seein' my dollars up, uh
I see 'em talk what they say they gon' do
But I don't see the follow up, uh
My niggas really go purge
Push that button, I'm giving the word
Let these bullets go fly like a bird
I'm still on that shit, nigga fuck what you heard, look, uh, look
This time, I promise, I'm leavin' no trace
He disrespect and I'm sealing his fate
Fuck with them, duck with them
You catch a stray
Ain't no remorse, uh
We don't negotiate either
Leave you cold when it's hot like a fever
How you cuffin' that bitch, she a eater, uh
The dogs, they be hitting my line, it's up
Catch 'em, we clip 'em, his time is up
He think he fast and doing the dash
So fuck it, let's catch 'em before you run
Word to my mother, I'm onto you niggas
I won't forget, I ain't sparing, uh
Word to my mother, I'm onto you niggas
Run into me, don't you panic, uh
I'm smoking opps that I can't say
Some niggas tried, the same niggas fried
I'm smoking opps that I can't say
Let niggas try, still keep a .5
Niggas like, "Sheff, don't be posting your bread on the 'Gram"
Niggas plottin' on catching a lick
I keep a Glock with me, fuck people watching me
Think about robbin' me, you gettin' hit
Run up, get done up
I still got the one up, the moment you slip, I'll be catchin' your fall
I know they mad I'm still in the game
I ain't catching no fouls, so they watchin' me ball
I'm gettin' money and they bitches love me
I hope you hate me forever
Don't care if it's sunny out, it could get ugly out
Playin', I'm changing the weather
I scream out, "Look" so you hear what I speak
My gun expensive and your talk is cheap
My bitch a baddie and your bitch is weak
My niggas flexin' and your niggas leach
We not the same in this game and I promise you I am not here to be playin' fair
You niggas pray to me, I do you dirty
I'm really gon' hit 'em up and leave 'em there, uh
No fireworks, I light up the block (Block)
We celebratin', I'm going to chop (Chop, chop, chop, bah)
[They ain't gettin' back, took it out on a hot?] (???)
Niggas like, "Sheff, you movin' too hot", uh
Uh, M8V3N, M8V3N gang
It's Shooter, Shooter
That's Shooter gang, Shooter ga-ga-ga-gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
It's Shooter, Shooter
That's Shooter gang, Shooter ga-ga-ga-gang
Hahaha
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