Shooter in the Eyes

Lyrics

Find me livin' in a film, call the boy Denzel Tell a bitch, suck a dick, cuh you know sex sells When I get paid see my Ps excel You're a small boy, me a XL '04 riding basic in Felts, you ride a pencil case and some Felts You can lie to yourself if it helps Make your little change, buy a little belt, buy a new jacket and your hat matches Now next man wanna know where your stack is My bitch bad, your bitch ratchet Your bitch fugly, I'll be on my Bugzy Malone up in country 4 white 1 b, now they wanna son me, now they wanna love me Usеd to call faces, I don't know my own self I got 10 faces, drinking till I'm wastеd Don't know what to say when Auntie asks me how my day's been Training Day, Training Having no money never changed him Getting slow money on the same strip I be in the trap dawg, literally Now I'm tryna rap dog, Twitter me Might go Brum still Killers said they're feeling me, smoking on Vanilla trees Blow it to the sky, make dua for me, look my shooter in his eyes Me I want a BRIT Awards, suits and ties But it's like my neck up in this noose too tight Got a new bit, I'll let him run 2 lines You just live yours, lemme live mine Cos Imma do me, Imma do fine I said Imma do me, Imma do fine