Whole Lotta Shots lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & YCJ]
Juice
Why I see that, man?
(TheBeatAsylum)
Ayy
Gang

[Verse: Juice WRLD & YCJ]
.30 in that .40, you don't want no smoke, ayy (Nuh-uh)
Laughing at these n*ggas, they a bunch of jokes, ayy (Ha-ha-ha)
If I catch you, then I catch you, you get poked (Boom)
Illuminati with that shotty, take yo' soul, ayy
30 in that .40, fiendin' for some opps (Gimme that)
Every time you see me scammin' on the block
f*ck 12, still running from the cops (f*ck 'em)
They been tryna catch me up, serving rocks (You won't)
f*ck 12, f*ck 12, n*gga, f*ck 12 (f*ck 12)
They just took my brodie Jody, n*gga, f*ck 12 (Free Jody)
12 guage on me, that's my homie, it's gon' buck 12 (Boom, boom)
You a snitch, yeah you a rat, and I don't trust 12
I was screamin' on that block
I was clutchin' on that Glock
Servin' them rocks (Rocks)
It ain't nothing on the blocks
But a whole lotta shots and servin' them rocks
And I'm still yellin', "Free Mo' from the feds" (Free Mo')
If I catch a goofy opp, then I'm leaving them dead
Headshots, headshots, we ain't f*cking with legs (Okay)
I need top from a thot, keep on closing they legs (b*tch)
Run up on me, catch a shot, .223 at yo' head, ayy (Boom)
Murder she wrote, with this bullet, he bled, ayy
Murder she wrote, leave 'em dead on the pavement (He gone)
Young n*gga, I was trappin' out the basement
I ain't never have enough to under switch blows
Looked my victim in the eyes and I left that n*gga froze (He dead)
Left that n*gga froze
Robbed him, took that n*gga clothes
Run up on me, woah, .40 on me finna blow (Boom)
f*ckin' yo' b*tch in the back of my Challenger
Daring a n*gga to challenge us (Skrrt)
Run up on me, then f*ck it, we gon' shoot 'em
I swear that my n*ggas be dangerous (Yeah)
[Outro: YCJ]
Yeah
Ayy, free [?]