Kash Doll Type Beat

Lyrics

[Verse 1: J.U.S] Who shot ya, The crab meat and lobster pasta It's the life of a doctor The Iron Sheik in the Phantom when I'm leaving the opera With the Kash Doll type beat, we tight in the Vette But her pants so tight it's looking right off them red seats My cold simpin' and pole trickin' got bitches mad 'Member all you hoes was drinking them Call a Cab's This the part two, the first part is where we part ways I thought you knew, kicking this shit for all the victims of broken systems Got caught lackin', won't play the victim My raps cold, they'll freeze frame and lay victim Thе niggas bitchin', all in the way and actin' ignant [Break: Danny Brown & Bruiser Wolf] Who shot ya? Lemme tеll you how I'll fix ya All headshots like ID pictures, uh Who shot ya? Until the goons pop up They say the opps done got ya, uh [Verse 2: J.U.S] I'm Michael Meyers but shoot like Jason Tatum, these niggas hatin' Feet close to the edge, it's too late to pray for patience Switchin' fits, countin' cash and checkin' traps I'm the other part of the mix of what these niggas lack We gon' be straight, maybe late But you ain't ever heard raps this good from a nigga wearing a copper fit knee brace So what it do? I'm sick as the flu, grams and jewels I'm the Everest commercial for niggas stuck on the couch smokin' Gorilla Glue So have faith, a halfway house better than behind the gates I'm ridin' bad tires on both plates The 40 on me so just me rollin' is high stakes The scale weigh wet, it snort the same off a dry plate I'm in for action, IRL I get it crackin' Twenty strippers and rented mansion, nigga [Outro: Danny Brown] Who shot ya?