Shotz WillThaRapper

[Intro]
Two words for you
Squad squad
Double s o shit man
Willtharapper man

Couple shotz in the Glock
We might just spend on your Glock
Hold up do I see an op rolled down the window and sent out some shotz
I hear the cops n* let's go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leave them stashed in the box
Drive [?] the blocks
Couple shotz in the Glock
We might just spend on your Glock
Hold up do I see an op rolled down the window and sent out some shotz
I hear the cops n* let's go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leavе them stashed in the box
Drivе [?] don’t dash to the blocks

[Verse 1]
I got them shotz young n* with a lot of heart
Young n* with a lot of guap
You a killer but you do a lot of talk
My shooter just shoot he ain’t gotta talk
We just pull up at night then we walk it down
Let me catch at night while you walking around
Let him [?] the clip and they all go down
Don’t come up all on all us they try to [?]
Smoking no dope I [?]
Speeding in traffic [?] like I’m trying to car
N* shoot in the air fuck you trying to start
N* told no thirties but they shoot with their eyes closed
Bitch ass n* out to shoot with a blindfold
Six ain’t a limit cause that’s what my nine hold
Shoot at his trunk turn his whip to a prime coat damn
Pull up the dogs when we get out wait for his ass like the [?]
N* talk stupid his clip hit his head and bring that special lead out
Knocking his head out n* be beefing when I bring the bread out
N* be hating when I show my paper
N* be jealous like I owe them favors
N* want beef I pull up like I cater
All of those the only chips we get them waiters
Not worried about nobody on paper
You ran away you get moved like I work for you hard
The shit we be drilling could go through a wall
You say you gone shoot but you don’t you just stall
Believe you don’t shit by the ball
And I get you killed with a split second call
Pull out while you post to get left a poster on the wall
And if you want to smoke some dope I get to smoke like some dope
While I just smoke some dope smoking no pressure this shit make you choke
Have you feel like a genie this shit make you float
I roll the thumbs and I go to the grammys a n* talk stupid we beat up his family
He talk to the cop he gets popped like a xany
These rap n* sweeter than candy
My nina got sixteen kids with her like she was a nanny
You play on my image you’ll find me
Rappers be lying they think the shit dandy
Pulled up in the phantom cause bitch n* daddy
Pulled up in [?] and blow with his rubber and flow more to move on
Show on the [?] got managers calling try to book me I ran out of numbers
I swear it's go booked for the summer
I play with them bands like I look for drama
This bitch told me call her I looked for her number
So what she looked bad like them bitches on [?]
I won’t trust a bitch never ever put that on my mother
I could put that on my squad
I could put that on my game
Ran up my numbers text him for a show
So you act by three o’s
I could put that on your brain
Riding with loco he told in the [?]
Sit on my door like it’s total
Look at your lip turn this face to her logo
Tell John take some shots
While your ass to a [?]
I flick my ash on the dash
[?] right here was gas
Bitch my passion my past
She gave me head so a n* might crash