We Got

Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew Yuh, yuh We got some rocket, ice, some pills some weed some lean and Chardonnay I got a ratchet, classy, bougie, basic, bitch from cross the way We tote Choppas, Glocks, and Rugers ain't no room to conversate We got Benz's Porsche's, Beamers, Scats, and Cats that cost a bank In the club with all these hustlers, trappers, rappers And these robbers She gon' fuck when I say "Fuck" just for Celine, Gucci, and Prada In the section standing on couches wit' my patna's they can't stop us We been clutchin' on all of these Gats Like we Mad Max and Biggs from Shottas (Ha) We sell quarter, halves, and zips, we got Qp's, bowls, and all She a stripper I'm gon' flip her knock her down and break her jaw Niggas quick to claim a bitch But knowing that bitch ain't claiming ya'll She only dancin', put me in his mentions I still play around You get one or two or more, fuck the price we drop it down You can pay me for your check, I spit that crack like Bobby Brown Niggas loud until we draw that (Pew, pew, pew) make not a sound She out the projects, if she got low mileage, I might knock her down Bitch we strapped with ARPs, red roamin' DOA When I walked inside the club, I'm having chips like Frito-Lay Niggas muggin' in this bitch we asked that boy "Is he ok?" Fuck it, I don't see your base, oh momma come get me yo' face We got some rocket, ice, some pills some weed some lean and Chardonnay I got a ratchet, classy, bougie, basic, bitch from cross the way We tote Choppas, Glocks, and Rugers ain't no room to conversate We got Benz's Porsche's, Beamers, Scats, and Cats that cost a bank In the club with all these hustlers, trappers, rappers And these robbers She gon' fuck when I say "Fuck" just for Celine, Gucci, and Prada In the section standing on couches wit' my patna's they can't stop us We been clutchin' on all of these Gats Like we Mad Max and Biggs from Shottas (Yeah, yeah)