50 Shots

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Honcho got the sauce) [Verse] I be ridin' 'round with fifty shots Only showed her twenty, your ho think this shit a lot Started from the bottom, bet I hit the top She like, "What we finna eat?", I showed this bitch a cock Carti AP presi', every wrist look like a chandelier If you see a coffee cup, some Wocky and some Fanta near Fuck a rabbit, reach into a hat and make a band appear Might be at the trap, but ain't no drugs around, we scammin' here Walkin' out with giffies like I'm Santa Claus Playin' hoes, I got bitches on my analog I don't beef, but for my chicken, know I'm hammin' dog All these .223s and .308s, ain't throwin' hands at all Thought this was the Amazon with all these fire sticks If your license good and credit high, you gettin' higher quick Crawlin' out the Urus, she gon' rip me out my spider drip Knocked the wrinkles out a nigga fashion when that iron hit Lay up with them racks 'fore I lay with a bitch Gotta know they catch me up, then I'm playin' the Fifth My niggas off the pint, bitches playin' the fifth ARP done hit his ding-dong, made him lay in the ditch I could get a bucket, I'd rather play the assist The spot look like a dojo, we breakin' a brick Zone coverage in that field, we gon' play for the pits Doggy hidin' in that pocket thinkin' he safe from the blitz I'd beat a nigga like I'm Honcho PLR knocked the lettuce out his taco When I'm at the strip, you need a poncho This a switchy, I can hit him with my eye closed Patience thick, pockets thicker than Mulatto Fuckin' bitches, gettin' money, that's the motto You could try to reach for this, but you gon' die, though AR kickin' like a muse shootin' out the Bronco Why they tryna play like I ain't really me? Every morning, I got your bitch eatin' Jimmy D Niggas is my sons, they my mini mes You would think we Guinness how we got plenty beams Walkin' to that label meeting, I'm like, "Give me green" This bitch like my money phone the way that 50 ring Lookin' like I cut myself, boy, I'ma really fiend Burned the Mitten down, but on that road, think every city green Green, blue and pink paper, I got every color Have my ho wave that stick around like she my fairy mother Pump fake me 'fore we sweeped him, doggy got a scary jumper Catched them niggas in the cold, bullets ripped through every puffer He was rappin' 'bout that field, now that's what he buried under Doggy bitch fucked the gang, he'd probably marry Stuffer I don't do the bob and weave, bullets how we parry punchers If I'm bettin' on my opps, then I'm takin' every under [Outro] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Chet?