Shoot at His Feet

Lyrics

[Chorus] To see a smile in yo' pretty-ass face, that's why I shine now I don't give no fuck about them bitches on my line now (Yeah) Just play yo' position and stay down and you will find out (Woah) I think brodie movin' kinda funny, I'ma slime him Engine in the back, the Chanel bags in the front now All my youngins goin' crazy, yeah, they love them gun sounds That bitch say she payin' me Bitch can't seem [?] pay that fee If you ain't have shit, you relate to me I'll show mercy, shoot at his feet [Verse] Gave him a fake and he thought it was a pink I already knew it worked She gon' play, got a newer her You gon' fake, I knew it first After me, it's no replacing, thеm niggas, they can't compare Wrist look like I camе from Jacob My wrist told that bitch, "Get naked" (What?) On my shoulder, God and Satan Can't let you know which way I'm taking Throw-throw a opp this purple Z That mean that they ass asleep I step out in Kapital, this outfit cost me three whole G's My eyes low like a sensei Can't go to sleep 'til the rent paid They left me, but I been paid Coulda blocked her like Dikembe I'ma go flex, buy ten chains For every bitch that didn't stay I don't even want a bitch with my song in her playlist I ain't been to Dubai, but my Rolex Arabian I ain't hit her phone ten times, bet you gon' stay, yeah? Had to wear my heart on my sleeve lately Codeine in my bones That really make it clear And I know what I need, smoke-smoke in the air And I came downtown, I ain't been around y'all Man, I'm from the West Side, and I'll really kill y'all And I'll really peel y'all, you ain't wastin' my time You ain't wastin' my rhymes, 'cause I ain't get no verse I'm like Lil Uzi Vert, spin the block once again [?] with the twins, I done fucked on her friends Gave her lil' bag for the time, I ain't never seen her again I tell that bitch change her life, she ain't never seen a friend [Chorus] To see a smile in yo' pretty-ass face, that's why I shine now I don't give no fuck about them bitches on my line now (Yeah) Just play yo' position and stay down and you will find out (Woah) I think brodie movin' kinda funny, I'ma slime him Engine in the back, the Chanel bags in the front now All my youngins goin' crazy, yeah, they love them gun sounds That bitch say she payin' me Bitch can't seem [?] pay that fee If you ain't have shit, you relate to me I'll show mercy, shoot at his feet