80 Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: ChrisBands]
Like
I'm in the 80z relaxin, chillin' in Bill
Woo from the Floss, not Ville
Droppin' the Gz when we spinnin' through Til'
Like, silly rabbit wanna play tricks wit' me and the bros, that'll get you killed
Jackin' it's beef, I'ma back out the grill
And this .40 got kick, it don't care how you built
.30's they on me, I been tryna bend
f*ck all the opps, n*gga we not friends
Plus we got knocks, I don't play pretend
And we bend through that block tryna send like ten
.30's they on me, I been tryna bend
f*ck all the opps, n*gga we not friends
Plus we got knocks, I don't play pretend
Bend through that block tryna send like ten

[Verse 2: EthoSuave]
Can't diss if you still on thе bench
Like n*ggas wit' me who do it for Lеft
Bend thru' that block, Oshane lookin' for wreck
48 him if he yell out-, shot at his head
Like no V, I'ma flock off the pegs
Like last n*gga got flocked off the pegs
On the block wit' the Rastas, got head full of dreads
Told brodie let's bend, he do this on the reg', like
Free Sha V off the rock
Opp thot sendin' drops on her block
If she there when we bend, we might just let her rock
Like Stacks hop out the truck, make 'em drop
Like, better have ya knocks, he gon' run when this beam on his top
And that n*gga dumb if he think this a prop
Like I won't diss, might hit that Mali bop, like
[Verse 3: ChrisBands]
And this sh*t on my waist, I'm tryna spin thru' they block and see who be lackin
Two knocks, tryna bend
If you wanna go wit' ya friend, we can make that happen
Keep thinkin' I'm rappin'
Yeah this fit nice but don't think I won't up it in fashion
On bro I be blackin'
And this .40 got kick, make him do a backflip
On a drill wit' a ski and a dad hat
Makin' plays in the field like a halfback
Not tough, you someone I laugh at
Me and lil' Jay on that block tryna clap back
Trigger happy, been fiendin' to blast that
Smokin' they bros, now I see what they mad at
How you kiss her? The bros been cracked that
Hit it then pass that, already had that

[Verse 4: EthoSuave]
G-Lock on me, this sh*t in my backpack
Dead opps in the zip, come and match that
Light skin, long hair, she got tats
She love when I'm in it, she be havin' flashbacks
New opp, we still smacked off the last pack
G43'll make a n*gga back back
Bend that strip wit' my G and a black mask
Run thru' they sh*t and show me where the stash at
Tryna flick, get up close
f*ck talkin', boy send me that lo'
Get up wit' him
Better not lack wit' no pole
Tryna hit him
He tried to up, he too slow, like
And we fiendin', just watch what you post
How you lack? Hold ya tan
I get hot wit' that-, toss out the window
Dump the whole clip then get low
Watch me dribble
These n*ggas never on court, like