Shots Out the Vette

I got that glock on me now 600 shot trailing me Got jd and wopp with me now Investing in artillery This chop got Atleast 60 rounds Catch me sipping wak and servin za Pickup truck full of pounds Clutching he say Im hoping this fully don’t buss it my hand When we see that pancake bet we flip his Lil bitch ass again Gotta know these hollows hurt I wish you could go ask your man And we smoking on opps I think that last boy was my favorite strand All these vvs round my neck you reach we gone take of ya hand I just know you I don’t know him we finna take off ya man Ks bg murda murda we got more k’s then a klan Tshirt gang we put niggas on a shirt we turn shit to a brand Big 30 big nut we tote big guns no nigga playing with me Know my son look up to me so them choppas they staying w me You really a hoe you really wanna Shake the hand of me And I fucked yo baby mama yo lol girl a fan of me Could’ve been my baby mama but you know the plan was b Send some shots then ran from me Chase you in the 6.4 from get where to white sandy street On the block we playing for keeps Loving thots you laying with freaks Draco with the wood and the brown grip we call it sandy cheeks Brand knew glock from out of VA had to cop me a for fifth Big 223 with the snipa scope and it came with 4-clip One more Percocet it’s over bet not pop not one more pill Free Bg he spit on your big homie and chase you off bills You gotta get you a kill if you wanna be the set you gotta go on a drill and we send shots at the neck Headshot gang keep on yo vest Free Preston learn from the best If you see that CA in your city it’s shots in the Vette Yk it’s shots out the vet Hunnid some shots in the vets