Lyrics

(One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it Gunshots, gunshots For the flows that I flip For fools that I click For the clothes, for the dough, for the (Ha, ha, ha, ha) that I get No rolls than a stick shift O's for my whip To roll on my foes and put hoes in this clique Sell 'em sick with my verbs Stick to my word Click them, fifth the stick [?] herb Prefer gettin' brains from a bird than a range But it swerve, I'm third, and fire burn with the dange' The name be the cash, keep the game in the smash Pump [Sirеns] while I chain smoke and some ash Not famе, for the cash But flame be the [Gunshots] Stain that remains of your brain on the dash Cash be G with a passion And squeeze when a class nigga smashed Just ask and receive I be with a thugs who will bleed for the love of the B yellow C Can you leave? You a blood We be in the club tryna breeze with a dove Puff trees and squeeze my seed on the judge (Oh, oh) Pub dubs are wettin' and slug be my weapon Even 'cuz of bloody thug respectin' (One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it Gunshots Feel it, feel it (One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it Gunshots, gunshots I [?] rocks while I skeet from cops on the beat Only block on the lots, don't rock in my Jeep In the streets with the honesty More beef and broccoli Get three dollar [?]-ass jeans, not Versace Stop bein' a clown Act cocky with the pound Tryna' box me, pop You better bop me in the crown Walk around with a vest From the pound to the chest Mess around, get your round in your ground in your neck From my [?] for my set From down to the depths Say my ground is a land from a [?] with a flex From my checks that I burn Respect that I earn Chicks I sex with the set like necklace insured For sure, man, Blake In my urn at the wake Let it burn in the urn With no concern for the shake Paper shapes, recognize Women, state your [?] He be spacin' in place on the train on the fly Buy your lake, then I take your Bapes and your shines Pop your face and navigate straight to the stye Y'all rollin' sore, but only I roll in fours Will I rhyme? About time, a eight and nine goin' nowhere Screamin' "(One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it Gunshots, gunshots" (One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it Gunshots, gunshots (One!) for the gunshots (Two!) for the fire, fire (Three!), just because (You!) would not wire, wire Bloods [?] for the flow You admire Gunshots Feel it, feel it