50 SHOTS (feat. G Herbo)

Eastside demons, Melo Glock, Glock Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us Boy, you got hit Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, who with me Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (pop out) Doin' hits in fashion (fashion), up it and clap it (clap it) When we slidin' through, catch in traffic (traffic) Move with the bats, I'll let a few Free all the hots (hots), free all my opps And free all the Woos, pockets on knots Can't carry the knocks, my ooter gon' do it Step through, knocks on me like I came outta scuffle Said he gon' check who, got it on me that shots to your muffle Gon' check you, send the whole team like we in the huddle Pray we don't gon' catch you, sending for me, gon' get you in trouble Free all the opps remanded, shoot that blick two-handed New 4.5th do damage, if you get hit, don't panic If you do a hit, don't plan it, I know that the cops can't handle us Lil' bro got props for spinnin' that block Hit a opp and light a new candle up Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us Boy, you got hit Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, with me Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (ayy, pop out) Shit'll get litty, we in the foreign with fifties Bitch we was scoring so much that we Ended the war that's worth on my glizzy Ask about No Limit, we round the city shortie'nem busy Dissin' foenem and the raps and address On the net get you get put on the blizzy Remember when we heard one-two shots And one threw that bitch off his heazy Think I ain't got aim huh try to run Long range throw that bitch like a frisbee Ain't no more opps that can diss me Been out the trenches they miss me Still will go back like I'm Big Chief Post on my shit like I'm Big Meech Said they gon' hit me, go ahead keep thinking shits sweet Your life for a fifty? Got it on my wrist but it shit cheap I bought one Roley too many Might as well give me a Riche Lil' cuz beat off four of them bodies got him back with me it's litty Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us Boy, you got hit Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, with me Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (pop out)