Shoot above the rim lyrics

Punish him I'ma put him
Up like n*gga f*ck them
Glock with that di*k
Lil n*gga ain't no f*cking ducking em
Catch em down bad
That's on my mama
We gon' touch em
And yea im out that drama
I'll send shots at yo cousin nem
These n*gga's playin wanna send shots
At my cousin nem
This on lil trent b*tch ass n*gga i ain't
Spearing nun of them
Yo head get but we laugh about it
After we had saw it
Them same n*gga's who
Tried to get me pus*y b*tch i caught it
When i was younger you probably thought
I wasn't the sickest
But it kept me going when
I started seeing daddy them prisons
Say f*ck that n*gga I gotta bag
I'll put it on his feelings
And since you with that n*gga
b*tch you gon' end up
There missing
I'll pull up on that b*tch
And hop out on his mans
Heard he was jiggin out his hands
Scraping out the pack
Go to the parish i got hands i ain't never ran
f*ck Whatchu talking
Bout i got bands
b*tch you put on that
Camera i'ma do you bad
b*tch f*ck how you fear
b*tch i'ma flash
All my n*gga's they gone crash
They got bullet holes in the grass
Grandma came out she was looking sad
Criticize me talking down bad
See yo ass b*tch its still f*ck a mask
All that sh*t you talkin Bout
Leave that sh*t in the pass n*gga
Pistol whip yo b*tch ass
And make yo stupid ass get on the ground n*gga
Put a silencer up on the choppa
So it wouldn't make a sound n*gga
Aim at yo head i'ma leave yo ass down n*gga
Play with me on stage I'm sending shots all at the crowd n*gga
Ain't playing hide and seek but once i catch I leave you found n*gga
He say he can't swim but i can walk on it like god n*gga
See you with my eyes but yo ass better have yo boys with ya
I'll decline yo card credit card fraud n*gga
Say you wanna go to war you better have them 40's with ya
Cause if my n*gga's see yo people they gon't be a victim
Stand over him and then i punish him and its official
Say you love ion see it lemme see if its realer
Hop out on that dumb sh*t then we gon' pull the trigger
XD It gotta lemon squeeze but b*tch my bag bigger
You claim you gotta bag on me but b*tch yo bag little
Choppa bust above the rimmer
This pistol gon' murder all you n*ggas
For all that talking out yo temple now you got my face up in the system
Smoking that weed now i'm on liquor
b*tch n*gga play then i'ma zip him
Smoke on that dope then we gon' flip him
f*ck it shoot above the rim