Shot Caller

Bitch, I'm tryna catch a homi'

DOA

Bitch, I'm tryna catch a homi'

DOA

Bitch, I'm tryna catch a homi'

DOA

Bitch, I'm tryna catch a homi' (Lorenz, don't stop)

Can't believe these **** rappin' like me

****, you can't be the best if you rappin' like me

I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm ridin' through your section with my motherfuckin' heat

****, if I see your ass out, then I'm hoppin' out on feet

I'ma spend it and get that shit back, I ain't cheap

I'm really turnt the fuck up, I don't know why y'all tryna compete

Spin down his block, hit his mans, he steady sayin', "Don't leave"

This lil' **** said he was killin' me, boy, we gon' see

Can't believe I'm tryna— yeah

Can't believe I'm beefin' with these lil' **** and these **** steady coppin' pleas

Bitch, if I hop out anywhere, I got that Glock on me

Locked in in the studio, everybody, it's a pop on me

This **** head gone, he tried to take the boys on a chase in a car on E

Oh, you want some zaz', ****? Call **** Low, he got a lot of weed

You see that red Scat comin' up the block, that's SRT

Talkin' ten bands, you ain't never had that, boy, that's— yeah

Boy, that's all cap

Caught him ridin' fishbowl, boy, I tried to knock off his bald cap

Oh, you ain't heard my old shit? Boy, I been on all that

Took a ****'s shit, this ain't Boyz n the Hood, go get your— yeah

What you call that?

Man, what the fuck you say? ****, pause that

Lord, give me strength, 'cause all these **** all rats

Bitch, I really wrap ****, I don't just rap

All these lil' **** internet thugs, lil' ****, I ain't into that

Pull up on his block, let some shots off, now everybody gettin' back

Bitch, yeah, it's Holly versus everybody, bitch, everybody gettin' whacked

Hangin' with the opps, no dyke bitch, but you better keep a strap

Man, these **** can't fuck with me, lil' ****, no hat

He was dead on arrival, ****, do you hear that?

Two micros to that lil' **** block, he fear that

Locked in in the booth, they like, "Twan, don't stop"

They tried to knock me down, but my grind don't stop

This **** wanna link with top shotta 'cause known for hittin' tops

Bitch, my camp turned up, bitch, we run the city now

You ain't never hopped out on your opps and got busy, huh?

Bend blocks and pop opps, bitch, we got the whole city hot

Who the fuck is this ****? Can't believe he brought a Smitty out

This lil' bitch turnt up, she pulled her titty out

I just looked up, I done caught an opp out and I brung my glizzy out

Everybody better sit back, I'm finna get to bustin', **** get down

This lil' **** tryna hop in the beef, ****, sit down

'Cause when them shots get to firin', boy, you gon'— yeah

'Cause when them shots get to firin', boy, you can't move around (Lorenz, don't stop)