Survival Shakewell (Ft. Fat Nick)

[Intro]
MTM, hit 'em with heat

[Chorus: Shakewell]
Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)
Bitch it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O (Oh no, no)
Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed (Pop-pop, pop)
Who this, who that? You be foldin' like a Bible (Woah woah, woah)
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival (Pop out)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream (Ahh!)
I don’t really wanna talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth (Aye, aye)
I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk (Pew-pew-pew)
I’ma head shooter, knock yo top off (Off)
My oxys like my shooters, (How?) they really slidin' shit
I can’t see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch (And moan)
My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch (Trap, trap, trap)
Fishscale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch
Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down (Nah, aye)
I can't keep on floodin' out ’cause I'm too scared to drown
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, no Georgetown (Nah)
He like an umpire, finna catch rounds