Who Shot You?

Lyrics

(Swear I had socks on) Dawg please, get these lame ass niggas out our section And get your basic ass bitch out my texts Niggas get caught turn to Usher, give confessions She said nigga you just want to fuck, bitch you guessed it Mama told me I need sleep, I look restless Ma I'm tryna move you, I can't miss out on the extras ROTC my niggas suited and they steppin' Pull up get to beating on shit, David Wesson Pull up she gone eat the whole dick up for breakfast I can still fuck I'd rather shit on my ex's Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive Spikes on my shoes, bitches looking like a cactus Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin' Broke bitch irritate my soul, imma pass it Damn I heard what happened that day dawg, that was tragic How you start a war then get caught out here lackin' Ain't got shit In my pants but a light dub Don't tempt me, I'll leave it in this night club Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up But that's gone be the reason yo shit gone get chopped up Nah ion know who shot that nigga it was not us Pockets ain't have nothing, now they look like they got knocked up She so stupid with the head, call her CyDuck I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb I know I been distant tryin' to keep from getting locked up Just tryna give my people sum to be proud of Roddy Rich, gotta ride with one or imma die young Got the .45 like 9 bucks Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up Get yo stupid ass fired on then fi'ed up Whole car strapped like the police behind us In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk "Aye" nigga drop sum Opp huntin' give him shots like he got sum Aye between me n Mel that's a light hundred Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry humpin' R.I.P. Jeff, I treat Don like he my brotha Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot Funyun Betta watch that bitch that you love cause she opp fuckin' Woke up like damn could've sworn I had socks on Bitch what the fuck, you a whole demon High as hell, got my soul leavin' Free my dawg's locked up all 4 seasons Gotta keep yo head up like yo nose bleeding Bought her some new titties, now she can show cleavage Ain't gone call her pulled the bitch for no reason Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces Street sweeper like I'm road cleanin' Aye, can't trust these niggas and these hoes neither Aye, she a whole creamer but ion need her Aye, aye You ran across my mind when I was getting my dicked sucked Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up You know when you get me off that henny I mix up You know when I get all In that pussy I Mix up What's the point of tellin' me you never gone switch up Knowing when that shit get tough you gone give up Now I'm cross the world still throwing the 6 up Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups Ay, Please stop calling my phone and harassing I don't know who shot him can you please stop askin' I ain't feel like punching up today I'm straight cashing Used to be broke thank god I'm livin' fancy Niggas hating tryna kill the Kidd like a plan B Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy 20k on me, in the sto' stealing candy