I got alotta phones
Taking shots that rattle my bones,
I've been balling those shots
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Just blink twice and i’m there where you are
Sippin' shots crippen after
My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
Musical shots at your head,
And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby
That's why my gun stay loaded but my goils take them shots for me, shots for me
Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops
Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars
I went to get the gun
So the ones eye has freak don't run
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