Imposters lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
b*tch, I pull up on my opps more than my f*ckin' partners (Ayy, Blackcard, you made this beat? Pull up on my opps, n*gga)
b*tch, I pull up on my opps more than my fu— (b*tch, I pull up on my opps, n*gga)
(Blackcard on this motherf*cker?)
More than my f*ckin' partners

[Chorus]
b*tch, I pull up on my opps more than my f*ckin' partners
Unknown shooter, they still don't know who the f*ck shot him
Got bodies on bodies, b*tch, I could start a f*ckin' roster (Baby Drill)
These n*ggas ain't nothin' like Baby Drill, they some f*ckin' imposters

[Verse 1]
I feel like hitman, point 'em out, b*tch, I can hit the target (Drop him)
Oh, he the brick man? We kick his door and make him come up off it (Baby Drill)
f*ck I look like beefing with them n*ggas? I know they ain't on sh*t (They ain't on sh*t)
b*tch, I stepped on every gang that was in my way, them n*ggas know that (Get out my way)
b*tch, my opp died 'cause he was playing like he was gangster (Buh)
b*tch, my opp died 'cause he had started pointing fingers
Pull up on 'em, swing the stick and show 'em that I get dangerous (You dig?)
That 7.62 went inside his skull and made him famous (Woo)

[Chorus]
b*tch, I pull up on my opps more than my f*ckin' partners
Unknown shooter, they still don't know who the f*ck shot him
Got bodies on bodies, b*tch, I could start a f*ckin' roster (Baby Drill)
These n*ggas ain't nothin' like Baby Drill, they some f*ckin' imposters
[Verse 2]
Put down the Glock, picked up the mic, showed 'em I got bars (I'm in the booth)
Pick up the Glock before I leave, show I'm a shooting star (Buh, buh, buh)
My pops had left me for a b*tch, that sh*t made me go hard (f*ck that n*gga)
When I get M's, my mom got M's 'cause I'm her only boy (That's on me, n*gga)
Shoutout to Feet, shoutout to Quan, shoutout to f*ckin' Cho (Them my dogs)
Shoutout to Slime, shoutout to One, shoutout to all the bros (All them n*ggas)
b*tch, I got the gang with me, they wanna see me blow
I be damn on go
n*ggas talk 'bout pressure, f*ck the pressure, I don't smoke them hoes

[Chorus]
b*tch, I pull up on my opps more than my f*ckin' partners
Unknown shooter, they still don't know who the f*ck shot him
Got bodies on bodies, b*tch, I could start a f*ckin' roster (Baby Drill)
These n*ggas ain't nothin' like Baby Drill, they some f*ckin' imposters