NLE Choppa - 35 Shots lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Ayo, KAMI, slap them hoes) Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin I hope that I make it to Heaven Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven Put a Percocet in my beverage Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage Last ni**a I shot, he ain't tell it Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] If you come in my life, don’t leave, I ain't gon' beg you, please But please do right by me, 'cause even the blind can see She ain't got time for me, lil' b*tch, would you die for me? Motherfu*ker, can you ride for me? All alone by myself but this Glock keep me company Just like the trash, them boys wanna dump at me b*tch, I ran up my cash, them girls wanna hunch on me fu*k in the mornin' and give her some Sunny D Yeah, ayy, same young ni**a, but I'm just gettin’ older People start to change, so my heart gettin’ colder Rocks on my chain like a ni**a had a boulder I done kill both ni**as then this sh*t called Ebola [Chorus] Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin (35 shots like Kevin) I hope that I make it to Heaven (Hope that I make it to Heaven) Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven (Like nine-eleven) Put a Percocet in my beverage Shoot first ’cause it give me leverage Last ni**a I shot, he ain't tell it Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I know that the way that I feel is irrelevant You ain't gotta say it, I just be feelin’ it Man, the vibe in the air, man, a ni**a inhalin' it That sh*t keep killin' me Ayy, I go through a lot, it's a lot on my back They tell me to chill, they tell me relax I know they don't love me and that sh*t a fact Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah) b*tch, I load all my guns and I'm finna shoot Call up my troops, they come let 'em loose Man, these ni**as keep duckin' from me like a goose Yeah, yeah, ayy Pull up and shoot, we lettin' it loose You know what it do, we comin' at you We aimin' at you and that choppa go loose, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Ayy, thirty-five shots like Kevin I hope that I make it to Heaven Killin' sh*t like nine-eleven Put a Percocet in my beverage Shoot first 'cause it give me leverage Last ni**a I shot, he ain't tell it Headshot, don't aim at the belly, yeah, yeah [Outro] Yeah, Top Shotta, Don Dada Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah