Shoot Yo Mans (feat. Jwitdabeam) E

Run for money, I ain't get tired. Gotta watch my back, gotta keep fire. Gotta keep that stick on my side. Won't say hi, bitch, high. All my niggas, ride. All my niggas, they gon' slide. They don't need a reason why. All these bands, I put that gun right on My pants. Yeah, that bad ho keep on calling Me, she tryna fuck up my plans. Know that nigga want some smoke, I might just Have to shoot his mans. Shoot his I might have to shoot your might Have shoot your mans. I might have to shoot Your mans. Oh, Never play with these bands. That nigga, I ain't playing. I might have to Shoot your mans. Uh, I might to shoot your mans. I might have to shoot your mans. I have shoot your mans. Oh, oh, oh, never play with these bands. Know that nigga, I ain't playing. Just go shoot your mans. Yeah, no guitar, I play with bands. Call your bitch, she bring a friend. I flex so hard, they cannot stand. I got this shit out the mud, I didn't Need no helping hand. Lean so hard, I think it's sand. Chopper blowing like a fan, ooh. Dirty kitchen, pots and pans. My wrist look a dirty dance. I spent one K on my pants. I might take a trip to France. Count it back in when I land. Drip on me came from Japan. Say he gang, he not my mans, ooh. For the fam, I gotta go hard. Yeah, you know it's that scar. Foreign cars parked in my yard. Foreign cars in the garage. I style on beats, we living large. Life's a game, don't play your cards. If you stay down, you gonna go far, yeah. Run for money, I get tired. Watch my back, gotta keep that fire. Gotta keep that stick on my side. Won't say hi, bitch, I'm high. All my niggas, they gon' ride. All my niggas, they gon' slide. They don't need a reason why. All these bands, I put that gun right on My pants. Yeah, that bad ho keep on calling Me, she tryna fuck up my plans. Know that nigga want some smoke, I might just Have to shoot his mans. Shoot his I might have shoot your mans. I might have to shoot your mans. Oh, oh, play with these bands. Nigga, I ain't playing. Might have to shoot your mans. Uh, to mans. I might have to shoot your Mans. I might have to shoot your Oh, Never play with these bands. Know that nigga, I ain't playing. Just go shoot your mans. Ayy, all my niggas, they ride. All of us felons, we can't get a job. I done did some dirt on the way to The top. Just like the Glock, I know I'ma Pop. Up on my trap and she want me To stop. These niggas be hating but they stuck In cops. I got a foreign, so no straight Drop. I turned thirteen, fell love with a Glock. Every day I wake up, I go get the Bag. I fuck this bitch, I shoot her mans. Off to trap, I want my bands. I can't stand the hate that he caught, yeah, Look. I stand the hate. These niggas ain't real but they fake. Every day, nigga, I run up the cake. If nigga try me, he get shot in the Face. Get shot in the face. I got a scope, so do not run. Come my back, I'll tote a gun. I'll fuck her once and then I'm done. That ho fell in love, she think I'm the One. You knew what it was right from the Jump. I'm still in the trap, I rap for Fun. I make ten bands every first of the Month. Tell that's your mans, he don't got a Gun. He don't got a gun. Run for money, I get tired. Watch my back, gotta keep fire. Gotta keep that stick on my side. Won't say hi, bitch, I'm high. All my niggas, they gon' ride. All my niggas, they gon' slide. They don't need a reason why. All these bands, I put that gun right on My pants. Yeah, that bad ho keep on calling Me, she tryna fuck up my plans. Know that want some smoke, I might just have To shoot his mans. Shoot mans. Might your I might have to shoot your Mans. Oh, oh, never play with these bands. Know that nigga, I ain't playing. I might have to shoot your mans. Uh, I might have to shoot your mans. I might have to shoot your mans. Have shoot your mans. Oh, oh, oh, Never play with these bands. Know that nigga, I ain't playing. I might just go shoot your mans.