One More Shot

Like, get to the money, I get to the motivation Brodie hop up the V with no hesitation Fry a nigga up like a piece of bacon Damn, like I'ma spin through they block and then reload I'ma glitch niggas know I'ma cheat code Bend through the block, hit em with the .34 Tryna find me nigga think i'm nemo Gettin lit shordie off the migos I'm surrounded by a bunch of freak hoes Got goons I don't really need though She a thotty I told Brodie we know Getting money I don't got no time for no bitches I'ma shark why you swim with the fishes Whole gang getting to the riches I can get you lined up by your brother Ten shots to the face won't recover Like one more shot, like one more chance Mama told me always get them bends Now I got it right up in my hand Like who that we gon' blam Like, damn And I knew this lil' bitch was a fan Beat it up like I beat on your mans Like, damn Why the fuck we catch him and he ran? I'm outside I ain't ducking no hands Pop out take a trip to Japan Like, damn That's my bitch she gon' throw the gang up We them animals you cannot tame us You the type of nigga go and blame us And Brodie can't wait till we famous Big boss, you can never stain us 700 gang I won't change up I ain't fucking with you you ain't fucking with me Catch ya homie put him on a Tee 100 bands everybody eat Just a lil' youngin' tryna preach There's a way I just never seen I was always toting on the beam And I even let her meet the team Roll up za mix it with the lean No gunna I be pushing P But who the fuck was serving me Why you jacking the gang Ion jack you Next time I see you I'ma clap you I'ma show you what this fucking Mac do You really gon' see what this rap do Word to bro I'ma never fold And you know I'ma ride that's bro I could never ever break the code Ayo, bro, just blow that 700, you know where the bros at Said it's 800K, bitch you know that Ass fat yea she know how to throw that I ain't fucking with you, you ain't fucking with me Catch a homie, put him on a Tee Hundred bands everybody eat Just a lil' youngin' tryna preach There's a way I just never seen I was always toting on the beam And I even let her meet the team Roll up za mix it with the lean No gunna I be pushing P Yes Bitch i'm talkin serving feinds But who the fuck was serving me Said you know I'm outside every day Fake hat nigga, you a plate In the summer hopping over gates I remember running from the Jakes Back up on the block next day I'ma be the one to find a way Like, look Get to the money, I get to the motivation Brodie hopping the V with no hesitation Fry a nigga up like a piece of bacon Damn Like I'ma spin through they block and then reload I'ma glitch niggas know I'm a cheat code Bend through the block, hit him with the .34 Tryna find me nigga think I'm Nemo Getting lit shorty off the Migos I'm surrounded by a bunch of freak hoes Bitch, we them demons creepin' through they block Red beam, put it on the knock Yampi, ZayB both got popped Niggas know I'ma dump every shot Free Sprite so I can let it flock 700 gang, we on top Grahh Like, 700 gang, we on top, bitch