Shoot Your Shot

Tell me why would I lie to you I just got a lot to do

See I ain’t got no time that’s true But baby I got time for you

See that mansion got a lot of rooms

I got a lot to lose

A couple bitches broke my heart you got a lot to prove

Shoot your shot they shot at who

We order bags we got em through

These **** rats i got the proof

Can’t pay the rent we gotta move

I remember I was young

I had to go and get a bomb

I ran my check up off of crumbs

Now I’m shining like the sun

I came up I ain’t have shit

See I remember my first lick Me and shooter had to split

Now my house came with a fence

And that Glock came with a vent

And my car plain with the tint

I rock Cartier’s like a pimp

When I fuck her good leave a tip yea

**** die bout respect

See I advise you to watch your mouth cuz you will die bout that shit

Hope you ain’t beefing bout no hoe

Cause you’ll die bout that bitch

I don’t want her I already fucked her he gone cry bout that bitch

I can’t lay next to no hoe lay next to no scrub bitch

I ain’t studying that hoe she was just my club bitch

I can’t get your throat you can’t get no fucking with

Tried to keep it on the low but she was on that other shit

I treat these walls just like usher let it burn baby

Even if you had gps you missed your turn baby

Ok see I ain’t gotta flex but u gone learn baby

You can get that paper u gotta earn it baby ya ya

She know I’m a boss I be on that Don shit

And she nonchalant she don’t be with that nonsense

She get what she want any bag she gon get it

Every bag she gone fit

We don’t check check the tag just gone spend it