Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,
Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.
Where you welcome to problems
Together all the timethought it was true love
Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles
Why am i back to shooting up again?
On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them
I'm shooting at the bullshit,
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,
Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone
I be murdering bars
Back when we was shooting up cops
A shooting range with bullet limits
The youngest of my mother kids
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