50 Shots

歌詞

Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat (Mask on- Mask on-) Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this bitch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around Blick shit, catch the whole clique and then we knock 'em down Duck, duck, goose, they runnin' around Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin us But they got one bitch that's think he fly, we euthanizing him On Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (Partner Herm) Soon as I think I'm followed, turn, out windows, let our choppers burn Niggas talking 'bout they won't see me, shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on making shit irrelevant FN with that scope on, nigga, this that skully shit Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons Riding round with a redbone, nigga, I don't want the bitch Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this bitch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans Take the beef, put it in that pan Hundred grand to grant Ten out the can Pussy nigga hating, fuck it, you a fan Toting something for to heat you up Smoking loud with the windows up Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand Tell 'em fuck 'em, I don't give no fuck They ain't banging me, but they bang to somethin' Where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch I been preying on him with intelligence I be starting to think I got murder senses Bitch, I think of bread and that money come If you say I'm broke, I'm forever bent Tell your boyfriend I'm another rich Acting nonchalant from that muddy shit Dumping G's on that sluggin' shit Car full of guns like the Terminator Toting something that I'll static with Sherhonda ain't never paid for no cable Niggas stay riding in a different Benz like a sports-inator (Yeah) Get mad on suicidal shit Back to the north, tryna get it blazing Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this bitch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat