Still Shootin

Hmm, you stupid boy You stupid-ass bitch Niggas gon' learn about this, nigga (Stay with Vegas on the way) Aye, hmm Like you off some syrup, nigga, we'll lean a bitch (Lean a bitch) Kill a nigga ass with manners, that's that Leeky shit (Rest up, Leek) Hop up out that backseat, with that switch deletin' shit Funds and guns, that's all I love, I ain't never need a bitch I can never hate up on my team, we all eatin', bitch '23, I had a run, that was my ball season, bitch Playin' with me, now a bag on you, I got reasoning Kill a nigga dead, I took his life, guess I'm a heathen then Moved my mama from thе smoke, then it was on, and I went back Wе curded on Then went back home, and act like we don't know 'bout that Niggas tryna play it foul, so we gon' smack your ho' 'bout that You open up them type of doors, your sister or your bro get smacked Aye, step on somethin' Boy, pick up that strap, jump in that car and go and catch you one All that fat mouthin' 62, your mouth gon' catch you one Oh, you think you like that, huh? You think that you your daddy son Boy, your daddy a ho', can't name a fuck thing that your daddy done John, Ralo, Leek, they dissin' y'all, I'ma get every one I want every soul, so every time, I'm gon' drop every fund This shit won't stop until it's said and done (said and done) Make your fuckin' mama cry, I'ma kill all these mama's sons (yeah) They wan' see me tweak (nigga, fuck?) But they don't know I really left shit in the street (yeah) I'm buyin' out these guns, and all the bodies out like beef Bitch, I'm known to get it poppin' Won't no nigga play me like I'm fuckin' sweet (bitch) Hit that street, bitch, they on they block, we jumpin' out on feet Six shooters, bitch, we pull through they block, two cars deep (yeah) Nigga said that he did what? Huh, hyperbole They like, "Goddamn Them niggas still 'round there shootin' for Leek" (bitch) You damn right, bitch, this shit ain't over I used to have a ninding, now I'm a four-nick toter On back that thing, an SRT That bitch look like a toaster (brrt, brrt, brrt) Bread on him, nigga chose to loaf, so we gon' toast him (stupid) Bitch, it's goin' down this way, B-ball, we cross him over Bitch, we got that pack, we ball like Magic City, wholesale Come through causin' wreckage Mama should've named me Boulder A baby Drac', a .308 take off a nigga shoulder You stood right there when your mans got hit, he dyin', hold him Lawn chair-ass nigga felt that chopper and fuckin' folded Tellin' Lightt, hold Drac' with two hands 'cause he can't con— (He can't een, like) Fuck it, he can't control it (psych, bitch) Psych, bitch, I'm lyin' (Bitch, I'm lyin') Play with one of mine, we hop in cars and we go slide If it's Ku' up on that drill, it's guaranteed a nigga die Play with that RW, I make your fuckin' family cry Let a nigga feel that switch, and then he turn to Peter Huh, stupid-ass boy, a family guy I poured grease on your bitch And then I set the ho' on fire (Set that ho on fire) And I ain't never backin' down I'll fuckin' turn the city out (turn the city out) Pussy Stupid bitch RW, nigga, Ku