​ludacris lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Keeta]
Pop my sh*t, I'm really doing this
Acting like you him but you really isn't doing sh*t
Boy, I'm going Ludacris, I might pop out and show the b*tch
Boy, you is a rookie, I ain't new, just not new to this
That's not gang, I'm shooting him, they ain't really shooting sh*t
They know that I'm winning, little b*tch, 'cause I'm not losing sh*t
If I gotta fight you, little b*tch, then you not bruising sh*t
Soon as I start losing then I might pull out the Uz' and sh*t

[Verse 1: Yung Keeta]
Spraying in the air, they're tryna kill us all
Know I can't prepare for people in the walls
I can't do this sh*t, I'm having Adderall withdrawals
One headshot, no rings, Chris Paul

[Verse 2: reef]
Taliban wrap on the AK, b*tch
Eye on the money, real Fetty Wap sh*t
Got the beam on the G19, can't miss, oh
b*tch sipping on red
Choppa diss what the f*ck he said
Me and Lil Keeta light a J in the shed
I pop a rock, see the Perc in my head
I can't cuff no b*tch, call up Chris Paul
Goddamn hoes dying to fentanyl
For a kid, that c*nt got withdrawals
b*tch, get down
007, get ready to get down
b*tch, don't come 'round with no gangs, please
b*tch, I'm smoking on tree leaf
It don't get better than me, it don't get better than Reef
Boot up will put me to sleep, riding two wheels with a Jeep
[Bridge: Yung Keeta]
Walking like a zombie with these Truey jeans on me
If you talking bad, I might catch a army
I made 2K today, 2K like Lonnie
You know I'm smoking thrax, weed got me purple like it's Bonnie

[Chorus: Yung Keeta]
Pop my sh*t, I'm really doing this
Acting like you him but you really isn't doing sh*t
Boy, I'm going Ludacris, I might pop out and show the b*tch
Boy, you is a rookie, I ain't new, just not new to this
That's not gang, I'm shooting him, they ain't really shooting sh*t
They know that I'm winning, little b*tch, 'cause I'm not losing sh*t
If I gotta fight you, little b*tch, then you not bruising sh*t
Soon as I start losing then I might pull out the Uz' and sh*t