Who Shot You?

(J got the plug)

(Coulda swore I had socks on)

Dawg, please get these lame ass **** out our section

Get y'all basic ass bitches out my texts

**** get caught, turn to Usher, get confessions

She say, "**** you just wanna fuck", Bitch, you guessed it

Momma told me I need sleep, I look restless

Ma, I'm tryna move, you can't miss out on the extras

R-O-T-C my **** suited and they stepping

Pull up, get to beating on shit, David Weston

Pull up, she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast

I can still fuck, I rather shit on my exes

Seen it all, now loyalty the only thing that's impressive

Spikes on my shoes, bitch, it's looking like a cactus

Staring at this bitch lacefront whill she gagging

Broke bitch irritate my soul, I'ma pass it

Damn I heard what happened that day, dawg, that was tragic

How you start a war and get caught out here lacking?

Ain't got shit in my pants but a light dub

Don't tempt me, I'll leave it in this nightclub

Either the drugs or your **** got you hyped up

But that's gon' be the reason yo' shit gon' get chopped up

Nah, I'on know who shot that ****, it was not us

Pockets ain't have nothing, now they look like they got knocked up

She so stupid with the head, call her Sike Duck

I get blowed and I black out like a lightbulb

I know been distant, trying to keep from getting locked up

Just tryna give my people something to be proud of

Roddy Ricch gotta ride with one, don't wanna die young

Got the .45 like nine bucks

Who the fuck you little ass **** tryna size up?

Get yo' stupid ass fired on, then fired up

Whole car strapped like the police behind us in traffic

40 to his neck like he drive drunk, ay, ****, drop sum'

Opp hunting, give hime shots like he got sum'

Yeah, ay between me and Mel, that's a light hunnid

Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry humping

RIP Jeff, I'm treating Don like he my brother

Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot Funyun

Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she opp fucking

Woke up like, damn, could've sworn I had socks on

Bitch, what the fuck, you a whole demon, hot as hell

Got my soul leaving

Free my dawgs locked up and all four seasons

Gotta keep yo' head up like yo' nose bleeding

Bought her some new titties, now she can show cleavage

Ain't gon' call her, pulled the bitch for no reason

Ham gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces

Street sweeper like I'm road cleaning, ay

Can't trust these **** and these hoes either

She a whole creamer, I don't need her

Ay, you ran across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked

Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up

You know when you get me off that Henny I mix up

You know when I get all in that pussy I mix up

What's the point of telling me you never gon' switch up

Knowing when then shit get tough you gon' give up?

Now I'm cross the world still throwing the Six up

Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups, ay, ay

Ay, please stop calling my phone and harassing

I'on know who shot him, can you please stop asking

I ain't feel like I'm punching up, I'm straight cashing

Used to be broke, thank God I'm living fancy

**** hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B

Still got that reaper on my side, Billie Mandie

20k on me, in the store stealing candy