Shoota Gang What? Like (Hook) I think I´m too sauced I need to cool off Go close the room door After that take ya shoes off I think I´m too raw Pop me a perc then I moonwalk What I´m in the mood for For this forty boom off
My shooters too clutch, bow Half of the yerky she got that shit looking chewed up I caught him lacking he on a date looking boo´d up I call my shooters, yeah, you know JJ gonna boom some
Ain´t no reaction tell my shooters to blast ´em No satisfaction we do drills off of madness Niggas be capping they don´t live what they rapping I don´t need to go platinum, I get breesh off trapping Luva be with me, hella shooters but they give me the sitchy Do a drill in a renty, he want me dead tell that boy come and get me And I´m always on 50, catch me in traffic you know it get tricky And a bitch cannot get me, she only gonna line me if she look like Nicki Uh, you know what I mean I still do a hit even in my Amiri jeans I´m so fresh and clean He talking hot bullets do him like Listerine
When I´m on the scene They preying and watching cause they know who Bizzy be With a million Gs And we twist up our fingers but bro we don´t play for keeps I see a opp go blast ´em, JJ get that nigga I got some shooters I swear they moving like Nashes I´m in the hood I told y´all I move tactic And for a backend, brodie gonna go blow his back in Pause, like
I think I´m too sauced I need to cool off, like Go close the room door After that take ya shoes off
I think I´m too raw Pop me a perc then I moonwalk What I´m in the mood for For this forty boom off
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