[Intro]
Yeah, aye
Fully automatic on me right now ni**a
Fifty
Yeah, I ain't going for sh*t ni**a
Finna' up it
(Aye we live in this motherfu*ker turnt?)
Sito, Sito, Sito
[Chorus]
Lean back, shoot ni**a
I got a hundred shooters, I don't gotta' recruit them
We strapped up, man we move like the troops
I stay military I ain't rocking no suit
Pressure on you, what the fu*k you gon' do?
I don't know about you, yall ni**as some new ni**as
Got tat's on your face but you ain't gon' shoot ni**a
I'm fu*king on your b*tch, that hoe she the swoop ni**a
[Verse]
I'm riding in a foreign, it don't got no roof ni**a
fu*k that rap sh*t, ni**a I'm really a drug dealer
Was popping ni**as just for fun ni**a
You got some tattoos on your face but you ain't no real killer
Red, white, and blue just like Hilfiger
I'm on thе block with the plug, he really got six figurеs
I'm at the roundtable but this sh*t ain't no Thanksgiving
I'm wrapping bricks up but this sh*t ain't no [?] crystals
And my shoes red bottoms but this ain't no new Christians
I'm in L.A. and you know I'm fu*king with two b*tches
Got some young ni**as on the block, them ni**as just [?]
I got some young ni**as on the game, they really some young ni**as
I ain't no rap ni**a, man I really be [?]
I talk to god everyday but a ni**a just still sinning
I'm talking about life, I'm really too deep in it
In the projects and I got your freak in it
Off them drugs now she sneaking and geek with it
On the scene I be shooting like Cole Bennett
You better ask around, know my whole team winning
I caught a ni**a lacking, gave him that cold feeling
Shot a ni**a partner but we gon' keep spinning
I was locked up in that cell, I was still tripping
I hit that ni**a with the Glock now he still trending
I lost my mother in the game and I'm still tripping
[Chorus]
Lean back, shoot ni**a
I got a hundred shooters, I don't gotta' recruit them
We strapped up, man we move like the troops
I stay military I ain't rocking no suit
Pressure on you, what the fu*k you gon' do?
I don't know about you, yall ni**as some new ni**as
Got tat's on your face but you ain't gon' shoot ni**a
fu*king on your b*tch, that hoe she the swoop ni**a
[Chorus]
Lean back, shoot ni**a
I got a hundred shooters, I don't gotta' recruit them
We strapped up, man we move like the troops
I stay military I ain't rocking no suit
Pressure on you, what the fu*k you gon' do?
I don't know about you, yall ni**as some new ni**as
Got tat's on your face but you ain't gon' shoot ni**a
fu*king on your b*tch, that hoe she the swoop ni**a
[Outro]
Aye
Foreign