​shots lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (He-he-he)
Go
Ah, ah, ah (Pl-Pl-Plug)
Ah-Ah, ah, ah

[Verse]
I'm finna spin that truck
Like-Like, la, la, la
I just hear that sh*t, is wack
And they-And they like ha, ha, ha
Pull up fah, fah, fah
In the-In the crib, in yo' car
Smoking zaza, out the marks
b*tch, I kick it with the stars
Hit my song, I go hard
B-B-b*tch, I'm smoking on lil'— yeah
Ho'-Ho' I'm shooting in your— yeah
Who that in the f*cking back, moving all the shots
H-H-Hit that n*gga if he talkin' sh*t
I'ma go f*ck on your thot
I got-I got racks and commas', yeah
I got a lot of guap
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma jugg your top
I-I-I'ma-I'ma-I'ma jugg your top
Y-Y-Yo' ho' on my phone, yeah
Walk up in your home, yeah
b*tch, I ate McDonald's
My b*tch sure get you gone, yeah
I'm flexing to my song
n*gga mad, correlate
I get guap, how could you hate?
You don't get sh*t, you don't get plays
Man, I got 567, 8ths
On-On-On my di*k, bro why you gay? (b*tch)
You-You-You might f*ck up 'bout your place (Mane)
Get like twenty two shots at the facе (n*gga)
Se-Se-Send yo' low, boy whеre you stay? (Pl-Pl-Plug)
I-I-I beat fanum with this K'
Tryna be like lemonman
Boy, you so f*cking gay
And don't-And don't mention my name
Boy, I do this sh*t all day
Yeah-Yeah, love the smoke, b*tch
All-All-All these Percs', I float, b*tch
This a different flow, b*tch
You don’t know my clones sh*t
Too much racks up in my fit
Boy-Boy, you you know that I can't miss
Boy, you know that that's my sh*t
Sen-Sent that choppa' I ain't hit
And-And-And everybody let me hit
I-I-I drop lean, why I'm sick
And this n*ggas I'm on
Bad b*tch drinking Moso
Told her “come on closer”
You come closer, you get hit with modo'
When you match shoulders
See me IRL, I kill your face
Boy, I thought I told ya'
I finesse and jugg your ho', yeah
With the jugg sh*t, we just hold ya'
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Phew, b*tch (Go, go)
Go, go (He-he-he)
Phew, phew, phew (Go, go)
(Pl-Pl-Plug)