Lyrics

[Intro] Ransom, you fucked this up Yo, Nonzo, turn this up She wanna, get naughty YJay made this It's Edot, baby Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, like (Grrah) [Chorus] He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow) Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah) It get tactic He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all) Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all) And I don't do features for niggas (Grrah), I'm taxin' (Gang-gang-gang) Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like (At all, at all) [Verse 1] Die Six, die 4, die Twos (Everything shot) Even though I'm a rapper, still'll make the news Why these niggas keep dissin' for views? He got one to his head, unlucky, like (Unlucky) He survived, now that nigga a dummy (That nigga a dummy) In the booth, I'ma roll up some Dummy Mix it wit' Lotti and the grabba punchin', like (Lotti) I don't diss, but I get to the money All my opps broke, all them niggas bummy (Them niggas bummy) Big knock on my hip, what I'm clutchin' Niggas be mad, 'cause the city, I run it, like (City, I run it) I was just 15, totin' 15 Tell the opps, "Bitch, I'm ready for war" (Grrah) And no, I ain't playin' games wit' my life, nigga Bitch, I'm takin' that chop to the store (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Up it, up it, up it (Grrah-grrah), like, I'm 'bout to toss Lost bro, they ain't show no remorse So, why would I show some to yours? Like (Baow-baow-baow) I'm a demon, I send 'bout 8 And you know that I'm bangin' for Wasca On that block totin' chop everyday Like (Like), can't wait 'til I catch me a Flocka (Grrah-grrah, boom) [Chorus] He catch a shot (He catch a shot), he think I'ma box (Baow-baow-baow) Bend through that block wit' two twin Glocks When I spin through the uh, all you hear is shots, like (Grrah-grrah-grrah) It get tactic He say he a ooter, ain't totin' no ratchet (At all) Lil thotty a hoochie, I won't even bag it (At all) And I don't do features for niggas, I'm taxin' Backdoor open I ain't even cappin', like [Bridge: Amaarae] I really like your body, I really wanna get naughty I think you're such a hottie Slow dancin' in the party Oh, yes, bring me the money Book a flight to Miami, baby, take me out the country [Verse 2] Like, how you spin wit' no shells? You stupid (Dummy) This chop make noise, no music (No music) Like Metro, it can get to boomin' (Grrah) In these streets, they know that I'm ruthless (Baow-baow-baow) I'm the risk taker, hang wit' spliff makers Keep one in the head, she can't line me (At all) Me and Roscoe like MJ and Scottie (And Scottie) Or fuck it, like Bobby and Riley (And Riley) Free Scottie (Free Scottie), that's the nigga who up it and aim for skullotti, like (Free bro, free bro) Free Scottie, we was uppin' in public, that shit was a hobby, like (That shit was a hobby) I'm really on that shit, since I was young, I was takin' them risks (I was takin' them risks) Call up Roscoe G for the hit, all it take is a click and that nigga dismissed (Grrah-grrah-grrah) [Outro: Amaarae] I really like to party, I really like your body I really wanna get naughty, I think you're such a hottie Slow dancin' in the party