Shot Ya

Lyrics

[Intro] As we proceed to keep this shit O.G 2019, motherfucker Infrared beam, motherfucker (Turn my mic up) As we proceed to keep this shit O.G 2019, motherfucker (This motherfucker snappin') Infrared beam, motherfucker (Turn my mic up though) West Coast (Uh) Let's Go (Yeah) Long Beach, motherfucker (The Weeklys, motherfucker) [Verse] Trappin' at my homie house, watchin' his mama Cripwalk Fantastic Four, it ain't a thing to make bricks talk Run when that Jack Daniels cap twist-off 'Cause fuckin' with that J.D., I put you in a Kris Kross Fuck a list, I'm a Sith Lord The West without Crook is like the G Thang beat without the synth chord Like Eazy-E without a '64, I know you feel me if you're in poverty, piss poor Rob you for your Snow White, where is she at? Rob you for your bread too, where that Sara Lee at? Different kinda coke brothers financin' my campaign Niggas pullin' out more polls than a Quinnipiac Want it? You could get some Hear them hollow tips come Hundred round mag, that's the Diggy Doc kickdrum Line you with a thot, givin' you top You'll get robbed by a bitch who been cocked more times than John Wick's gun Grimey ass Eastsider Got some Armenians that'll leave you in a meat grinder You'll be lookin' like lasagna when police find you Buried in a hole deep enough to reach China Shootouts feelin' them hollows burnin' you You and your dawgs crawlin' over furniture The burner so heavy, if Terry Crews tried to draw it, it cause a hernia My neighbors in Suburbia learnin' that I'm a murderer I wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed And start killin' rappers who only platinum 'cause pussy sells Old heads still shootin', nigga, Bonzi Wells I could tell you how a dead body smells Nah, that ain't the best thing I learned the lessons that death bring Keep bouncin' like bedsprings during a sex scene Drivin', bustin' nuts in my sleep, my nigga, wet dreams You couldn't hang with these bars if you was Epstein How'd I make it out the streets? Shit The song I made with Akon explains it all, dream big Now I'm throwin' skyhooks over Christopher Wallace beats, Kareem Biggs Rock with me, nigga, the king lives As long as you live and breathe [Outro] Come here, nigga Yeah, nigga You made that list, nigga? Nahahhhhh Oh, it's hard to talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? You the one that made that motherfuckin' list? Oh, you can't talk, you sound like one of them mumble rappers now, huh? Top 50, greatest of all time You made that fuckin' list, nigga? I told you