Shooty (feat. EJW & YZ)

Nowadays bros just be grinding for money Old school days didnt care bout cash Sitting in suits tailored to myself With a neat whisky, zoot billed with hash Here on my ones bags filled with stacks I don't keep waps where i keep my stash Twenty bag deals in O twenty-three Wait O thirty im doubling racks Ever wonder why they call it the trap? Believe me bro ain't making it out Distanced myself from a life like that No distance when i be breaking it down Bro got locked at fourteen years for a cro shot loud Bro ain't breaking him out Make your point you might end up dead He lost his life by messing with loud Pull up and the whole block dashing How the fuck can they say their active? Chattings , they weren't on shit when i E go grab it , that's why shh turnt packet Push my ting in a pussy Pull back out all i hear is screaming They looked at the score bored, started teaming Got some reasons why - needs healing Dumb way how he felt his brucy Her wap come juicy Jumped out the hoopty, shooty Let a boy cap, i swear he's a groupie Red lights bro we ain't watching a movie Who's he , irrelavant dog like snoopy Slap man with his cutie Do opps still get some pussy? I made my homeboy start trapping his Made our own way from Open the door this house that i'm in Sit in the couch laid back with a spliff Not really sure which sound to pick Walk out my crib my joint keep burning Dap my bros go shops real quick Talk down on me must be thick Trynna run fast watch your shoes might trip After shops go LC's crib making some raps then i go back asleep Nah bro stay there with my bros We close, got a beat on we styling free Shit i mean free styling when we cut through If we are bros i'd spud you If we ain't imma leave when you come through After this song come hate you love you