Bullets

You better duck 'cause they shootin' outside

I catched a bullet, I'm feelin' alive

I'm dodging these bitches, I'm dodging these bullets, I feel like a **** that can't even die

Hop in a coupe and we ride on .380

Doin' a show, bitch you gon' have to pay me

Too many times I see **** think that they better, these **** do not even phase me

We thought you was hard, you not really hittin' for real

Whatever you signed it's not my deal

I'm going hard, I'm tryin' to kill 'em for real

My shit hittin' like the Buffalo Bills

Too many bitches, they come and they go

Road to the riches, you stuck on the road

I got some feeling I never let show

Why would you think I was sellin' my soul

You stupid

Curly J hop on a beat, I'ma kill it

I think she in love with the way that I kill it

I'm strokin' her good make her fuck up her sentences

She givin' top, they like girl who your dentist is

I know **** locked up, too many sentences

I can't explain girl, it's too many sentences

You don't know how many girls I done sent with this

Got 'em all, staying up making breakfasts

I'm finna fuck em up with all these references

Bitches in skirts like Cordae with the tennis's

I want two twins, Veena, Serena

I think the Draco in love with the Nina

I'm driving these hits everything is a heater

I was the kid that they wouldn't believe

I was the child, that couldn't achieve

Now it's all love when I step on the scene

You better duck 'cause they shootin' outside

I catched a bullet, I'm feelin' alive

I'm dodging these bitches, I'm dodging these bullets, I feel like a **** that can't even die

Hop in a coupe and we ride on .380

Doin' a show, bitch you gon' have to pay me

Too many times I see **** think that they better, these **** do not even phase me

We thought you was hard, you not really hittin' for real

Whatever you signed it's not my deal

I'm going hard, I'm tryin' to kill 'em for real

My shit hittin' like the Buffalo Bills

Too many bitches, they come and they go

Road to the riches, you stuck on the road

I got some feeling I never let show

Why would you think I was sellin' my soul

You stupid

Say that they 'bout it, they don't really do it

I took the pain, put it all in my music

Say that she 'bout it, then let's get into it

Bigger than Shaq, I might cop me a Buick

Hop in a whip new ride, I got a bitch on my side

Backseat full of thick thots

Shawty finna bring her friends and they all gon' do it just ride

Called it my life, full of soldiers, those are my hittas

I'ma get turnt with my ****

Shawty want me 'cause the bank a lil' bigger

I'm ballin' out, it's triple double figures

I know some **** that might go and hit 'em up

I know some **** looking for a pick me up

There ain' no competition, they ain't good enough

I don't know who told em' they could fuck with us

You better duck 'cause they shootin' outside

I catched a bullet, I'm feelin' alive

I'm dodging these bitches, I'm dodging these bullets, I feel like a **** that can't even die

Hop in a coupe and we ride on .380

Doin' a show, bitch you gon' have to pay me

Too many times I see **** think that they better, these **** do not even phase me

We thought you was hard, you not really hittin' for real

Whatever you signed it's not my deal

I'm going hard, I'm tryin' to kill 'em for real

My shit hittin' like the Buffalo Bills

Too many bitches, they come and they go

Road to the riches, you stuck on the road

I got some feeling I never let show

Why would you think I was sellin' my soul

You stupid