Shoot My Shot

('Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love')

('Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love') (Mergo!)

('Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love')

('Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love')

Got my pad and my pen, time for a new chapter

These people ain't my peoples, it figures they just some dirty bastards

My crushes that I fallen for, they no longer hype

I elevated to high equations, they just be wanting pipe

Half of them were parents at eighteen, I blame COVID

These **** steady dropping like flies, but not from weed smoking

I just felt we lost connection, but I kept it pushing

Now you wanna get close when I'm not looking

I'm sorry darling, but you had your chance, you fucked it up

Or was it me? Well technically, I can't decide, you called my bluff

I keep my sixteens in my stomach when I'm throwing up

Double it, like a TikTok when I have a hunch

I order Taco Bell when it's time for lunch

Then writing down all my adventures, like a

story slut

Shut it down, now the stories out, but that is not enough

I guess I feel alone at times, but that's forever lust (Bitch, aye)

I'm on the road, she getting dome, she go insane

A right of way, I don't know, so switching lanes

Talking shit bitch, can you quit playing?

And then I fly away like a ghost Super Saiyan

I fly away, I'm feeling gold for the summer

And then you sub me in, you already know the coldest number (Coldest number)

I shoot my shot, it goes in like Morgan Plummer

If you ain't got no Hennessy, well shit then pour the rum up (Yeah)

Supercalifragilistic

I'm the **** that she's wishing

My personas fire that I'm not allowed in the kitchen

Everyone's invited, but a few gets chosen

I'm the one that won the drawing, got my enemies scoping

I would rather have a girl who rarely have her legs open

"What the fuck does that mean Mergo?"

Kinda was hoping you would ask

****, you do the math, I'm not a fuckin freak

Ok, maybe just a tiny bit, if she would let me seek

But it's always "Where the money at?" never "What you need?"

Everything is pissing me off that I would rarely speak

Yeah I love my homies, but they think they know what's best for me

Just let me figure out my life before you try to help me lead

What love do you seek?

I'm not asking more than once, cuz otherwise I will bleed

Every other single day, blessings flowing to me

Cuz a **** like myself only beef's with the beat

And that's my word of how I be

I'm on the road, she getting dome, she go insane

A right of way, I don't know, so switching lanes

Talking shit bitch, can you quit playing?

And then I fly away like a ghost Super Saiyan

I fly away, I'm feeling gold for the summer

And then you sub me in, you already know the coldest number (Coldest number)

I shoot my shot, it goes in like Morgan Plummer

If you ain't got no Hennessy, well shit then pour the rum up (Yeah)

Fuck these dirty bitches

I'm gettin chicken, y'all money mitchin

Ima count the digits

I gotta get it, my money flippin

Suckas speakin on me

They want my head, they can come and get it

Say you in your hood

But I ain't seen you inna fucking minute

Smoking on this za pack

Or I'm smoking suckas

Say that you my homie

Shit, I'm glad you not my brother

We be bumping heads

But I got em like no other

Yeah, we ain't really rockin

If you never met my mother

I was growin up

Mama told me "quit the cussing"

Now I'm a man selling rocks to her cousins

You ain't bout to tell me shit

Im hiding pain like it's nothing

(Yeah, that **** call me brother

But I can't even trust em)

(Skit)

I'm on the road, she getting dome, she go insane

A right of way, I don't know, so switching lanes

Talking shit bitch, can you quit playing?

And then I fly away like a ghost Super Saiyan

I fly away, I'm feeling gold for the summer

And then you sub me in, you already know the coldest number (Coldest number)

I shoot my shot, it goes in like Morgan Plummer

If you ain't got no Hennessy, well shit then pour the rum up

(I'm on the road, she getting dome, she go insane

A right of way, I don't know, so switching lanes)

(Talking shit bitch, can you quit playing?

And then I fly away like a ghost Super Saiyan)

(I fly away, I'm feeling gold for the summer

And then you sub me in, you already know the coldest number)

(I shoot my shot, it goes in like Morgan Plummer

If you ain't got no Hennessy, well shit then pour the rum up )