Tiro

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro