Loot

Lyrics

[Intro] Two white shooters they hang with their cousins Buckshot came with a muzzle Sending that nigga straight home to his mother Ha! [Pre-Chorus] I did a hit in a hijab Send him straight to allah during Ramadan He said he not tryna eat in the daytime I gave him hollow tips since eating em' breakfast Horseback riding Look like she doin recitals Shooting not reading the bible Rate of survival Percentage dropping the hours I'm never cuffed, never titled {Chorus] You and your niggas be moving like Diddy Hmph Like hoes No ID cities Lil nigga be praying on minors Ew Pull up to the show, get litty Niggas try to call me out on my name Cause I'm rockin' that Hello Kitty (Okay) Two Glocks, got em side by side, point it at you Lil niggas come shoot out with me {Hook] My niggas muzzle the damn mouth Blow up the whole house Reload it, then crouch Twenty-five bullets, I got 'em in two pouches Chop up a nigga, then takin' the loot out Swing with a hook, then I'm knockin' the tooth out High in the party, I'm smokin' that boof' out Swervin' the wheel of the whip with the opps on the block I swear to god I'm takin' the crew out [Verse] Look over my shoulder, Where nick at? Shooter behind me, don't look back Tory Lanez throwin' hits where your legs at We throwin' shots where his head at Tighten a couple of screws in the head cap I think I'm goin' insane with my dreads at? (Bow Bow) That was the sound of my get back He gettin' up told my shooter go bet that up Okay, I think I needed to breathe or break up Comin' in straight to the crib, I'm breakin' Legs in the back, said her body's shakin' That nigga on some (no) timing I get inside of my bag, I'm rhymin' She tryna say she not thot, she lyin' She lookin' good in her face, I'll buy it Nevermind, Not buying nothin' at all I said that I wanna link And that i'm pulling up And she answer with nothin' but drawls Niggas say, "Give with the beats" I said, "It's a bet, hold on, 'cause I'm makin' a call" Nigga went back out the door Left him on the road Nigga got hung with no clothes Shit, pause {Bridge] Creepin' Had the back door open, I walked in Got a couple groupies, they from London Feel like Drake Chop, givin' one dance Nigga back-doored by his own man And I'm hopin' it's still open Got my hands pressed, 'cause I'm still hopin' He gon' swallow a hollow, he still chokin' You can chat all you want, you got no tokens Had to pass up to the hoes 'cause they both broken Two dyk* lil twins and they both totin She assumin' position, it's still open [Outro] Ha, yeah, she knowin' what's up I double my cup Releasing a nut A couple of addicts, they slippin' on fentanyl Dunking like Giannis I play for the bucks If its up then its stuck I feel like a hilbil' Slidin' around in a big back truck We slidin' around with the red flags right in the back Them niggas know that it's us Yah