Shoot It Myself (feat. Future)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Only way to get this with the—

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, shirt off with no mask at all, I train my dog with mannitol

Clearest water, this the one made Jesus take his sandals off

Come knock on the devil's door, make sure you turn your camera off

It's Js in here, white all on they face, but they ain't Santa Claus

I'm tryna do the math on how much more it take to get this car

Never thought I'd get this far, iced both my arms, my wrists is sore

I never been this up before, I'm paranoid as ever

7.62 clip curve in this AR for protection (Brr, brr)

Karma can't even catch up, did my first dirt like '07

Even back then, I'd tell you, I'ma be like this forever

It was hot, I made it swelter, hot like sit-downs with the devil (Hot, hot)

Like, the only way to get this to my state is if we mail it

And the bond we built was special, all the game, my gang was separate

And they love me 'cause they know I'll catch a case and I ain't tellin' (I ain't tellin')

Whoa, whoa, gas on the track and throw mud on it

Washin' my chain got blood on it (Whoa)

The end of the barrel got blood on it (Whoa)

Came out the zoo, hide a check in the floor (Whoa, whoa)

I don't put it on if ain't twenty or more

I committed sins in Christian Dior

Hold up, a G-Wagon holdin' my arm

Finessin' and trappin', made millions off rappin', just go to Zone 6, they gon' say I'm the G.O.A.T (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Demons, piranhas, I'm movin' official, I keep me a shooter wherever I go (Yeah)

I take pills and I sip lean, bitch, I don't feel right tryna drive a boat (Whoa)

I'm out the trenches, I turned up my granny house, I had them Js knockin' at the door (Whoa, whoa)

I'm a different type of breed with the corner, braids **** chains, spoil her, bro

I'm a different type of **** with the corner, stretchin' all the work and pimpin' a ho

One thousand one pure cocaine, spend it on one of my chains

Uh, one thousand one trillion bullets come behind my name

Whoa, whoa, fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Whoa, whoa, fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

I get into it with one of my opps, a **** body gotta drop

And ain't nobody gon' tell me stop, I'll shoot it myself

I come through a **** block, ain't gotta worry 'bout talkin' to cops

The reason a **** holdin' this Glock, I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, I'll shoot it myself

I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, ****, I'll shoot it myself

Huh, I'll shoot it myself

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****? I'll shoot it myself

Whoa, whoa, I'll shoot it myself (Shoot it myself)

Whoa, fuck you sayin', ****? I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, yeah, top somethin', I ain't tryna shoot at no vest

Why the boy out and still movin' this meth?

It'll never sit my way, get pressed

Movin' my H, my hank gettin' stretched

Been drinkin' this Quagen, it taste like Tech

Purple and red, I don't drink no grits

It's a nasty pourin', I'm drinkin' this Tris

It's a slime, 5.56

It got green on the tip (It got green)

He couldn't breathe, he got hit (He couldn't breathe, he got)

Bullets jumpin' to him like it springs on a cliff (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

It's Celine when I drip (Celine when I)

I spit out phlegm on your bitch (Phlegm on your)

**** can't say they my opps, I'm just a demon they met (I'm just a demon they met)