Lyrics
Uh, ****, I'm tryna see which one you workin', bitch
I'm tryna see which one you workin', bitch
Uh, ****, I'm tryna see which one you, huh
Huh, ****, I'm tryna see which one you workin', bitch
Tell my lil' bro, "Swing that .9", and I ain't goin' for shit
That first time bustin' that .45, I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw the line, we turn 'em to a fit
I told lil' bro, "Slide the cup and the .9", I'm finna take a risk
The hollow tips hit a **** in his spine, now he a rollin' crip
Handicap, shoot a **** in his spine since he wanna be Rolling Crip
My young ****, get a **** ass knocked off, just 'cause he told a tale
Huh, "What's that on yo' .9?" ****, it's called a grip
Slide on a **** block, headshot gang, ****, I don't shoot at cribs
12 ask me questions, I don't say nun', or I'm gon tell a fib
These **** totin', wanna be P so go on, shoot at rib
If he talk, we slide on a **** block, just go then tell him R.I.P
Slatt, shit, still on my mind, I gotta catch a grip
Slatt put a **** out, "Fah-fah", do that boy like Nip'
Do that boy like Nip'
Yeah, fives, we got them fives, ****, extended clip
Uh, fuck **** won't even try, end up dyin', had to shoot my trip
Young **** gon' quickdraw with the fire, I get it off my hip
Young **** slidin' in nighttime, they pour out cartoned milk
I'll wait just for the right time to get this **** dealt
I was drinkin' water from the pipeline, now the pipe get 'em killed
They slide, but we spin again, Lil Durk, I think he almost healed
Lil' RRoxket was a hot boy, but they had told me, "Chill"
This lil' ho, she got hot talk, don't wanna fuck, like, ew
I walk around with a hot Glock, but it's on me concealed
Yeah, that’s my tool, but a hot Glock, so I'm not Bob the Builder
I'm still with toolie, with my twin, and we just, chill
Uh, I'm still with twin and they knew that we not rockin', still
Uh, girl, what you want? Turn shooter off a pill
Who wanna use it? Nah, just playin', I let you then, oh well
Lil' RRoxket shoot like John Wick, I shoot like Navy Seal
I'm tryna see which one you workin', bitch
****, I'm tryna see which one you, huh
Uh, ****, I'm tryna see which one you workin', bitch
Tell my lil' bro, "Swing that .9", and I ain't goin' for shit
That first time bustin' that .45, I damn near broke my wrist
Diss the gang, that's where I draw the line, we turn 'em to a fit
I told lil' bro, "Slide the cup and the .9", I'm finna take a risk
The hollow tips hit a **** in his spine, now he a rollin' crip
Handicap, shoot a **** in his spine since he wanna be Rolling Crip
My young ****, get a **** ass knocked off, just 'cause he told a tale
Huh, "What's that on yo' .9?" ****, it's called a grip
Slide on a **** block, headshot gang, ****, I don't shoot at cribs
12 ask me questions, I don't say nun', or I'm gon tell a fib
These **** totin', wanna be P so go on, shoot at rib
If he talk, we slide on a **** block, just go then tell him R.I.P
Slatt, shit, still on my mind, I gotta catch a grip
Slatt put a **** out, "Fah-fah", do that boy like Nip'
Do that boy like Nip'
Yeah, fives, we got them fives, ****, extended clip
Uh, fuck **** won't even try, end up dyin', had to shoot my trip
Young **** gon' quickdraw with the fire, I get it off my hip
Young **** slidin' in nighttime, they pour out cartoned milk
Written by: RRoxket Montana
