Jersey Shore (feat. A Luv)

Niggas know I been on my shit I don't take advice I don't need ya tips I don't like to talk got a gun on my hip She gon' suck on my dick said I nut on her lip Let's go Block my number that bitch too petty Pass on pass two blunts I'm deady Really don't care my aim still steady Caught two bodies too bad it's Betty Bitch no spaghetti I'm too fast and furious need a bad bitch like Letty Gun at the ready We gon run up on your block make your head go pow confetti Bring a machete This not a gun fight nigga whole squad pulled up you sweaty Ran already This nigga runnin' already Bitch I'm in the club I'm dancing Vision too blurred can't see who's asking Bring more bottles and dancers Feeling on me said she like my fashion Bitch I'm Chris no Hansen Gun go pow I'm blasting Lights out clipped call action Eat more pussy I'm fasting Skelly jeans on Crop top with those belly rings on Bitch I'm lit wrote seventeen songs Niggas real fake ain't never seen wrong Better think long Multiple choice I never pick wrong 100 on my body imma never be flawed Gun wit a rubber imma never beat raw 496 evolution from the renegade Drink more lemonade Watch how I litigate Sweet no Minute Maid rap god middle weight club rap innovate Uh uh I need to meditate Uh uh My sons they imitate Uh uh See my vision I illustrate take two hits to the moon I levitate And I got a big bag I do missionary when I hit that Shorty wanna tell me that she love me she admit that Catch a opp he froze when he heard click clack Keep 2 Gloccs That's 2 44's Heard they don't wanna shoot anymore Must be that gun that I use every 4th Of July Got a vibe And she thick as hell Shoot em' up turn his skin pale Hit a lick do a crime 20K Bail Shorty got a fat ass like a thick whale Got packs on deck gotta ship sail Take her to the Telly if she wanna f*ck now Pop perks feel like I wanna throw up now To the left to the right we go up now Shootin' everybody clean em' up like it's a brush wow