[Intro: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
Are you a good shot, Pa?
Why, of course I am, you know that
Can you hit the bullseye?
I don't know if I can hit the bullseye, but I can hit the bullshit
Schmuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You dirty, rotten bastard)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted (Woah, woah)
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it (Woah, woah)
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey (Woah, woah)
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah, huh, huh)
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
Plug walk wit' my gang, yeah, you see we on one
Better see what I keep, we on some', better C-O-T, we bleed, uh
When I bring out the lead, you leave, uh
When I bring out the 3mm, you grieve, uh
When I shoot at the knees, you heave, uh
When you shootin' at me, I weave, uh (Woah, woah)
Can't fuck with these niggas they asking me questions, bitch, are you a cop? Bruh, shut up
Run my fade ho, you get knocked real quick, quit playin' bitch nigga, gon' square up
I told the lil' nigga, "This EASTSIDE," where the beef at nigga? This my time
Kill the bitch nigga, 'cause I got downtime
Kill a opp' like a game, like slide time
Are you a good shot, Pa?
Why, of course I am, you know that
Can you hit the bullseye?
I don't know if I can hit the bullseye, but I can hit the bullshit
Schmuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You dirty, rotten bastard)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted (Woah, woah)
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it (Woah, woah)
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey (Woah, woah)
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah, huh, huh)
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
Plug walk wit' my gang, yeah, you see we on one
Better see what I keep, we on some', better C-O-T, we bleed, uh
When I bring out the lead, you leave, uh
When I bring out the 3mm, you grieve, uh
When I shoot at the knees, you heave, uh
When you shootin' at me, I weave, uh (Woah, woah)
Can't fuck with these niggas they asking me questions, bitch, are you a cop? Bruh, shut up
Run my fade ho, you get knocked real quick, quit playin' bitch nigga, gon' square up
I told the lil' nigga, "This EASTSIDE," where the beef at nigga? This my time
Kill the bitch nigga, 'cause I got downtime
Kill a opp' like a game, like slide time
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