Who Shot You?

Jagger the plug Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections And get your basic ass bitch out my textes Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions She said nigga you just want to fuck - bitch you guessed it Mama told me I need sleep I look restless Ma I'm tryna move you I can't miss out on the extras R-o-t-c my niggas suited and they steppin' Pull up get to beating on shit, David Wesson Pull up she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast I can still fuck I'd rather shit on my ex's Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive Spikes on my shoes bitches looking like a cactus Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin' Broke bitch irritate my soul I'ma pass it Damn I heard what happened that day dawg that was tragic How you start a war and get caught out here lackin' Ain't got shit In my pants but a light dub Don't tempt me I'll leave it in this nightclub Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up But that's gon' be the reason your shit gon' get chopped up Nah, ion know who shot that nigga it was not us Pockets ain't have nothing now they look like they got knocked up She so stupid with the head, call her cyduck I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb I know I been distant tryin' to keep from getting locked up She tryna give my people sum to be proud of Roddy Rich gotta ride with one don't wanna die young Got the four-five like nine bucks Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up Get yo stupid ass fi'ed on the fi'ed up Whole car strapped like the police behind us In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk Aye, nigga drop sum Opp huntin' give him shots like he got sum yeah Aye between me and Mell that's a light hundred Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry-humpin' R.i.p. Jeff I treat Don like he my brother Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot funyun Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she eye-fuckin' Woke up like damn could've sworn I had socks on Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon High as hell got my soul leavin' Free my dawgs locked up all four seasons Gotta keep your head up like your nose bleeding Bought her some new - titties now she can show cleavage Ain't gon' call her pulled the bitch for no reason Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces Street sweeper like I'm road cleanin' Hey, can trust these niggas and these hoes neither She a whole creamer but ion need her Went across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up You know when you get me off that Henny I mix up You know when I get all In that pussy I mix up What's the point of tellin' me you never gon' switch up Knowing when that shit get tough you gon' give up Now I'm cross the world still throwing the six up Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups Please stop calling my phone and harassing Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin' (hello) I ain't feel like punching up today I'm straight cashing Use to be broke thank God, I'm livin' fancy Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy 20k on me in the sto' stealing candy