Don't Shoot

Haha Listen, y'all know what the fuck I do when I pull up to the stu' Y'all know the fucking vibes Uh, yeah This ain't no race but I'm still in first place Eat my dust, bitch I'm gone without a- Nah yo, pause this shit, twin I'm not feeling this shit yo Hold the fuck up Say less, I peep the wocky movements You telling lies You must really think I'm stupid You switching sides You homie hopping I hear your gums popping Talking about you a shooter I don't hear no guns popping I copped an eighth, motherfucker I already smoked it And I need to smoke something You won't never catch me chocking Try to run down on me, your legs gon' end up broken Niggas think they Hulk Hogan, but they always tryna poke Bitch you can't handle smoke Why the fuck did you take a toke? Lil' bitch been dickriding me, still fucking broke And I'm really fucking awkward I don't want to be approached Motherfuckers make me nervous God damn, I need to smoke Because the vivid visions I envision ain't no fucking joke Bitch I got anger issues, All I wanna do is smoke I don't provoke nobody I'll just want to slit your throat Only thing I'm banging is your bitch I love my Bloods and my Loccs I ain't no shooter, but my hands stay poppin' All these computers got you internet talkin' No I ain't Future, but you got me stick talkin' Lick talkin', mask off, baby, I don't do this often But I swear that I don't have a gun I ain't happy, man, I think I'm just dumb I'm on my bully, motherfucks don't respect my gangsta Eat these niggas up for lunch and pack 'em up for later Ah