ima shooter

Loaded in the trap Youngins in the back Yota got the sack Tooties rolling pack Smoking on jroy While im clutching on my gat No crazy story catch a hat If you my boy put on the mask We dumpin 50 don’t look back If the feds come take yo 10 To the chin sit back we got ya people don’t worry ab them Ya alr know we locked in When ya get out the cell block gone throw ya 10 Bigg SLM Just keep it tight slim trust in the process no new friends just hit my lil sis wit attempt done dropped so much bread on them fools im tax exempt whole block shut down when I spin all ya hear is bow bow bow new fn Im not a rapper don’t pretend Ima shooter not a hooper I just hide behind the tints Pole go stupid way I loop it Got it dropping all his friends Off these drugs I’m in the wind Took his bitch for a spin the way I hit from the back had her tellin All her friends kinda crazy girl rly thinks I’m him just knocked off two her best friends goofy groupie bitch prolly gone tell in the end Can’t give my love to not thot My heart too cold to ever fix That’s why I’m playin with these sticks All my friends under the 6 Catch us moving through yo city In that scat or a Benz Boss shit dripped out in that fendi Glock 10 keep it wit me Big ass extension hold 50 If you wit me hold a blicky On my momma don’t you miss Ppl dying in my section While we all just tryna live