Point Em Out

Oh, Backwoods, they roll different Ayy, don't be actin' that way, you know what time it is Ayy Ayy, shoot, lil' nigga I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out Which one, big one, he ain't gettin' to it like DA He ain't ever ball, like he was on a bench I was shootin' them tree's like Dwayne (Dwayne) Trap phone job like who, who? His phone off, can't relay Plug just got with the real, so different like every day So fine, just point, I shoot, shoot Leave these niggas on mute Money gon' talk like uh-uh Got married to the money, I do (I do) Got a lil' baby that's cute (cute) Better die before I do it like you (do it like you) Can't tell my nigga my sins (nigga my sins) Gotta leave 'em in the desert like Clue No this ain't the Gram, so stop with the cappin' Wanna get blamin' and that's not a caption See his reaction after I trapped him RIP to him, his name ain't a status Get hit with the stick, I ain't talkin' Madden I took his bitch, 'cause she love the fashion I got the drip, you see me splashin' My niggas lit, you niggas has-beens I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out Yeah, yeah, gotta keep one in the head, yeah Brodie got one in the head Two make 'em move then it's over, he dead, yeah Heard of a stupid ass Goofy ass nigga tryna plot and he was my mans, yeah We could've got money together I love you my nigga but now you're a dead man We could've been ballin' together Instead I just put a red dot to his headband I was just duckin' from feds Up in the jetski and hittin' the staircase My cuban link choked on my neck This akhi is fucked, you can't touch but it's heavy My chain like a hockey but you movin' wocky I'm covered in ice like I'm Gretsky I was trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out Yeah, yeah, yeah One in the, head-head-head (pa-pow) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah One in the-