Shooting Up the Club

Big money Big booty bitches dancing on a nigga Damn brody I'm styling on you Fly as hell, she high as well and I can tell This is her first time out with a real nigga, oh Damn, don't get kilt tonight Let's get peelt' tonight and then treat it like Somebody started shooting up the club Somebody started shooting up the club Get down to the ground right now nigga They ain't playing with you nigga, aye They started shooting up the club and that's a no no They even started bussing at the strippers and the po po Somebody started shooting up the club Somebody started shooting up the club Amy just started doing all the drugs Molly just started doing all the molly With bodies on top of bodies getting slumped A young killer screaming, "Only real ones here! No broke niggas!" In 09' I was chilling with the dope dealers The crack babies serving coke up at Coachella Silver back fur coat looking like a gorilla You ain't as dope as you think She ain't a virgin man she a freak Told that nigga from the go my services ain't free Imma need a down payment you wanted a verse from me Hold up baby momma I was gifted, I was elevated Knew this shit would happen, we don't even have to celebrate it They can't do what we do, they to soft man they to fabricated Yeah, awe man here they go with all the hating Rich young nigga stay popping All of my bitches in pocket The QB pass it I can't drop it Running back with the mileage Catching top on an island Aye, only way out is a box Aye, only way in is the truth Aye, only time you beating me is when I'm sleep or vacating with the crew And we don't ever take the time off Don't nobody even mind y'all Told lil momma imma hound dog Imma savage baby with the lights off I'm back to back, hit after hit with it Johnny Bench Platinum plaques hang on the wall in my habitat Shawty can't enter the crib in that fucking dress Tell her get naked for me and make it clap I go make ten and my momma get half of that Fuck what you claim you a pussycat Who is that? Bitch I'm that young rich nigga with a line up don't tell me that you never heard of him This shit is simple I went missing for a couple months and cut my ties with these venues Y'all was dropping albums doing open mic events and these venues And now you sending beats to me in hopes that I would come to your rescue Y'all niggas got the game fucked up Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only Rolling round town with a tenderoni, you can see her on me Talking money, we got plenty homie I just left LA the city vivid you can smell it on me I got selling homies, got twenty five to life felons homies Heard niggas been out here telling on me Why you jealous homie? The greed defeats the things that we receive in life to leave the seeds to seize That shit is priceless Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, yeah Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, yeah