Shordy

Better not make the wrong move, he say he clutchin', I ain't worried 'bout it

Dissin' on your dawg, you must not care 'cause he ain't slide 'bout it

Talking to my .9 'cause when she blow, she hit his head probably

Rip straight through his back and hit his spine, call me the drill sergeant

I'ma let it pop like fireworks, don't need no damn lighter

I'ma spark it up and it go (Tss) and blow his damn noggin

She gon' buss it open 'cause she think she running my pockets

**** ain't no goofy, yeah, okay, thought shit was sweet probably

I'm gon' send him thirty shots, I'm Curry in that field, shorty

I'ma blow the stick and it go "boom", have your ears poppin'

Bitch, go check the news, I'm tryna tell you, shit get real, shorty

**** think he tough and he untouchable, let's be real, shorty

**** getting mad, he thirty-eight, what you gon' do about it?

**** steady lying, he telling stories, we can hit 'bout it

**** hear that switch, he get to sprinting, **** still slidin'

**** love the net, but he won't say it, but he'll still type it

He was in that cell, thought y'all was close, he ain't still write 'em

Heard he checking out, he on that paper, yeah, he snitched probably

He get no respect, that boy a bitch, he shouldn't have been talking

Shh, bro, be quiet, you hear that shit? Go grab that blick, brody

Turn it down and bronem be on point, they tryna blitz somethin'

We shootin' out the window, fa-fa-fa, ****'s still running

Got a blick but ain't gon' use it, how that work? **** shoot somethin'

Better not make the wrong move, he say he clutchin', I ain't worried 'bout it

Dissin' on your dawg, you must not care 'cause he ain't slide 'bout it

Talking to my .9 'cause when she blow, she hit his head probably

Rip straight through his back and hit his spine, call me the drill sergeant

I'ma let it pop like fireworks, don't need no damn lighter

I'ma spark it up and it go (Tss) and blow his damn noggin

She gon' buss it open 'cause she think she running my pockets

**** ain't no goofy, yeah, okay, thought shit was sweet probably

I'm gon' send him thirty shots, I'm Curry in that field, shorty

I'ma blow the stick and it go "boom", have your ears poppin'