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Shots ring out (Brrr, doot-doot) People shout (Rrring) Shots ring out People shout How rich am I? (Chh) I still can hear the air shocks from the trailer hitch on that semi SRT on that gleeko, 33 in that Gen Five My lil niggas wiggin' to turn a beef to a ribeye When shots rang out, headed in my direction Boppin’ Taj Mahal, bringing the whole fifty guap out We pop out at your party, free Carruth, Dooley and Sharky Cough up a lung where I'm from like I grew up in Marcy (What else) Heron Preston bubble for the times that we ain't have nothing Spin a deuce, shit look like I’m tryna two-track a sample Spray your block and tag your whip up, these niggas know we vandals Duct tape on thе handle on the stick look like a Roman candlе Why they keep watching reruns? I heard his show was cancelled All the business getting stood on, every issue gon' get handled Every pistol gon' get brandished, these niggas famished Since he keep making death wishes, every wish is gon' get granted Bo James, I'm the honcho (The boss) The weed from Humboldt County but the blow came from Toronto Open road on that highway, slow lane in the Tahoe Roll with them 50 Zone boys but don't fuck with no 5-0 Letras de canciones7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium When shots rang out, they know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash') She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin Shots ring out People shout (Ayy) I’m hit, Lord, I’m help— (Jackson) Stair-stepper, go on top on niggas like a hairdresser Bro a ladies' man, but spray them cans like a air freshener Red texture, different kind of cloth my niggas cut from Playmaker, Blue 42, that’s a hut one Drive-by shooters in my living room, was playin' Duck Hunt Ain't grew up with no silver spoon, wasn't born with no trust fund Smashin’ all these pumpkins, we'll crash a nigga function Formal invite, red carpet came with a plus-one Bugs Bunny carrots, in my carriage, countin' drug money Dust bucket bourbon come from servin' all the dust bunnies Hush puppies and big fat monkey nuts, but now my cup muddy I could give a fuck about no slut, long as the clucks love me Catch him dancing with his pants down, these niggas butt buddies The last nigga tested, let's just say that he was unlucky No country for old men, big trouble in small China Speak every language fluent in bag music from all genres Bo James, I'm the honcho (The boss) The weed from Humboldt County but the blow came from Toronto Open road on that highway, slow lane in the Tahoe Roll with them 50 Zone boys but don't fuck with no 5-0 7-6in' with a gang of them Canadians We bounce up out that cut and up that Draco at your cranium When shots rang out, they know we brought out Kimmy K again (Kardash') She quick to fidget through your neighborhood and take a spin From Letras Mania