Lyrics
Ooh (ayy), bitch (real Murda Worth shit, ayy)
Who gon' shoot somethin'? We know you not (nigga), bitch (ayy, we know you not)
Who is a Blood nigga? We know you not (bitch, ayy, uhh)
Who gon' shoot nigga? Phew (uhh, ayy, real Murda Worth shit I'm talking 'bout)
Who gon' shoot somethin', we know you not (we know you not, bitch)
Okay, uh (ayy)
Who is a Blood? Nigga, we know you not (we know you not)
Yeah, I be singing, but don't get it twisted
Bitch, I used to trap off a hotspot (trap off a hotspot)
Fan ass nigga, what, he want him a high five? (high five)
Said he was gang, now he think he a hotshot (hotshot)
They letting you pass, because you puttin' 'em on (puttin' 'em on)
They be letting you pass, you shoutin' 'em out (shoutin' 'em out)
I be dropping my lo' when I'm out and about (out and about)
Fuck off the drum, I aim it at his house (his house)
I got some money, then moved out to H-town (moved out to H-town)
Run in with a drac', make the fuck nigga lay down (lay down)
He hit in his face if bitch try to take mine (take mine)
Kickin' shit, I'm in Africa like Akon (Akon)
Sippin' on Tris, bitch, I don't do Akorn (Akorn)
Pull off with his main bitch, she wanna make porn (make porn)
Bullet got his name on it, it's made for 'em (made for 'em)
I'm in a brand new Beamer, it's made for 'em (made for 'em)
G19 make 'em run a whole track race (whole track race)
Green tip bullet left him with a fat face (bitch)
I am the one that they hate, they won't catch me (catch me)
I feel like Lil Jay, I ride with a XD
That lil' boy zesty, he, "UwU XD"
Who gon' shoot somethin', we know you not, you can't get next to me (bitch)
Huh, I think I might just go Cartier or Hublot, I used to flex in (bitch)
Who gon' shoot somethin', we know you not (we know, ayy)
Okay, uh (we know)
Who is a Blood? Nigga, we know you not (we know you not)
Yeah, I be singing, but don't get it twisted
Bitch, I used to trap off a hotspot (trap off a hotspot)
Fan ass nigga, what, he want him a high five? (high five)
Said he was gang, now he think he a hotshot (hotshot)
They letting you pass, because you puttin' 'em on (puttin' 'em on)
That lil' boy zesty, he uwu-
Ah-haha, oh shit (you shoutin' 'em out, when I'm out and about)
That lil' boy zesty, uwu, XD
Out his house (ah-haha)
Moved out to H-town
Make him lay down
Bitch wanna take mine
Akon, Akorn
(C'mon, yeah)
Have the hot boys and the dart gang come get you (c'mon, huh, yeah)
My Glock keep runnin' outta shots, I had to extend it (I had to extend it, yeah)
Slide on the block, jump out, boys
Fuck that shit, let's get 'em (fuck that shit, like, yeah)
Fuck that shit, let's get 'em (yeah, c'mon)
I know they gon' miss 'em (c'mon)
They like, "Jace, don't let that fame hit 'em" (yeah)
I done came up like two, three times, and yo' ass still in the same picture (huh, same, yeah)
How you ain't know we was gettin' that money?
And now yo' ass can't hang with us (no way)
She want Chanel and Dior, I'm like, "Okay, bitch, let's get it"
Hit it, block, we spinnin' (yeah)
That lil' boy better mind his business
Hit that block, we spinnin'
That lil' boy better mind his business
They hop in the car, and this shit not tinted
The whole damn gang stand tall, lieutenant
I done came up, lil' bitch, I'm in it
I done came up, but this shit took a minute (c'mon, c'mon)
Have the hot boys, and the dart gang, pop a Oxy' (we'll pop an Oxy, yeah)
I be rollin' 'round with my stick, bitch, I ain't boxin' (no, I ain't boxing, yeah)
He think shit sweet, fuck around and have 30 go pop 'em (yeah, go pop him, yeah)
(Yeah, c'mon)
Have the hot boys and the dart gang come get you (c'mon, huh, yeah)
My Glock keep runnin' outta shots, I had to extend it (I had to extend it, yeah)
Slide on the block, jump out, boys
Fuck that shit, let's get 'em (fuck that shit, like, yeah)
Fuck that shit, let's get 'em (yeah, c'mon)
I know they gon' miss 'em (c'mon)
They like, "Jace, don't let that fame hit 'em" (yeah)
Huh, say, "Yeah"
No way
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, bitch, c'mon
Writer(s): Jace Salter, Eduardo Barrios, Kele Krishan Cooper
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