Shoot Out (feat. Vonoff1700)

Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm

Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother

Haha, we finna walk this bitch (go)

When I killed that nigga, I was fresh as shit

Amiri my pants, Balenci' my kicks

Fuck IG, I ain't postin' no pic

We four-deep with Dracs and switches

Swing my door, niggas fallin' and trippin'

Belt to ass, we the reason they cliquin'

Catch two more, I'm double digits, go

I don't tote nothin' less than a Glock or Drac', that other shit be jammin'

You can't label me no rapper, bitch, I'm still out here spinnin'

I clap shit up, better ask the trenches

I left eight dead, but one nigga pendin'

Switch on the back, tap once, it's empty, go, go

High-speed chase, don't wrap the V

Fuck lil' TJ and Munchie G

I ain't duckin' shit, ain't no secret beef

Same nigga trollin', now he R.I.P

I chased niggas down with my bare feet

Come here, where you goin'? Ain't no runnin' from me

Took a shot to the leg, I was out same week

My first day killin', I went up three

I'm a top spinner, niggas know I'm elite

Caught three niggas on my 19C

His ass ain't gang, he ain't caught no B

It's me and Von in a SRT

Spin out West, then we spin over East

Fuck these niggas, I ain't pushin' no peace

Niggas be bitches, be duckin' that beef, go (alright, you know that)

When we pull up, we gon' all bounce out on three (we gon' bounce)

We don't shoot out cars, we park the V and get on feet (come here)

This a brand-new ARP, Baby Spark got it for free (took his ass)

We swung 'em doors, he tripped and fell, we left his dumb ass by a tree (dumbass, yeah)

I love my glasses, I be shootin' shit from deep

Me and bronem ride around, spinnin' off Lil Jeff in the Jeep

I'm really fucked up in my head, boy, I be shootin' at my feet (grrah, grrah, grrah)

Q50 say he got a goofy, take him down, that nigga sweet (his goofy ass)

Catch his ass tryna get fresh (dumbass)

Leave his dumb ass at Unique (his dumb ass)

Say he had bread on my head, and then he died the same week (his dead ass)

Uh, backend a cluck, he need his Perc' or he gon' tweak

I know the opps be mad as hell when they get clapped up by a geek

Don't take his J, that shit look cheap (cheap)

We put Romain ass on a tee (his dead ass)

Don't come around without no B

I'm tryna slide, who got the key? (Who got the key?)

'Fore I leave out, put on my ski (my ski)

12 hit the lights and we gon' flee (gone)

Aim at his mouth, shoot out his teeth (know that)

We in the field, put on your cleats (bitch)

Ay, Von, them niggas' slide on point

So when we bounce, we gotta creep

We treat his ass like a keyboard

We get on top and press delete

That nigga sayin' he lost his mind

Man, I said that shit was weak

Don't get your ass on side this ride

'Cause that's how that bitch get beat

Ay, Von, you heard about lil' Bre?

The light skin one that got the cheek?

That bitch do dicks from West to East

Man, hell yeah, that bitch a eat

He dissed the gang, he rest in peace

Money on my head, shot me in my knee

Man, I just found out where they be

You want the Drac' or the .223?