Shoot First Hurricane Chris

[Intro]
You know
If a bitch don’t look over here
She gotta be blind


[Chorus]
Big ol’ diamonds on my wrist, this shit colder than a six-pack
How you let a nigga step on your lil’ dawg and get your lick back?
She hopped in the whip and put her mouth on me, you know I’m with that
Ain’t no trickin’ in my blood, I might buy that hoe a kit-kat
I might pull up in the Raf, two extra clips to make you get back
In the trenches I was twelve years old, servin niggas knicks-sacks
I can’t work no fuckin’ nine-to-five, nigga I need big racks
I might hop out with this dirty nine, push a nigga shit back


[Verse 1]
In a foreign with a bitch who know my name, but I can’t say the same
Swear to God these niggas gon’ get flamed, you best stay in your lane
Swear my chopper think its in a gang, ‘causе all it do is bang
On my way from Spain, on a plane, eatin’ shrimp lo main (yeah)
Niggas startеd looking at you different when you get some change
Switch the subject, pickin’ up your bitch, finna go get some brain
Niggas rockin’ motion out in they chain, you ask me that’s lame
Thats a fact, can’t let these niggas fool ya, ask ‘em who they jewler
Bitch I’m in the club with my lil shooter, he gon’ work this ruger
Come at me with smoke, he gon’ get smoked, now that boy a hookah
Oh you in my way, don’t want to move? I got some shit to move ya
AR with so many fuckin’ clips, bitch I’m really stupid