1 Thousand 80 Shots

(Stribb on the beat) New lil' bitch super decent They make it past the precinct I bought this shit, I ain't Leased it, ayy, ayy, Can you keep a secret? Ayy, it look like he was reachin' Then that Glock might two-two-piece him Ayy, they changin' like the season I was on 226th and Gleason Uh, uh, the king of this Castle Hill Back to back Maybachs it is If you don't think he strapped, he is Let them license my ideas I ain't have to serve them bags in years And we just brought out Wock', not beer Changed my appearance, grew my beard Was at Saks Fifth, not Sears Really the captain, captain here White girl, Brittney Spears Went straight to the block and faced my fears With the Glock to wipe my tears Nigga ain't on this tier, this Top tier, you suck dick, My dear Richer than all my peers I been stickin' and movin' all these years Know I had to climb up all these tiers Pi'erre, wanna come out here? Chopstick with a drum out here He thought he was gon' act dumb out here Ain't with the gang no more He say I changed, I changed up for fame How the f*ck grown-ass men Ain't got no brains? I'ma come plain my jane, uh It was cocaine like Eddy Kane Ghost taught me the game Yeah, you was gon' abuse your power, man Swervin' in and out my lane I don't know why he thought we was Playin' 'cause this not no game, Uh I sent a hollow through his brain I made a whole new strain I'm the star of the murder games Let's begin Uh, Coochie Runtz smoke with my main Pop his noodle like lo mein Big Backdoor the kicker Kicked the door off the doorframe Bitch, I'm big mister whole thing Ain't got no image to maintain, gang One thousand eighty shots for gang Shut down blocks for gang Yeah, I was tryna hunt down opps for gang Double shot caught on flame We was inflicting lots of pain Panoramic roof to block the rain Big old Glock had popped your brain, ayy I was lettin' Roxies rain One thousand eighty shots for gang Shut down blocks for gang Yeah, I was tryna hunt down opps for gang Double shot caught on flame We was inflicting lots of pain Panoramic roof to block the rain Big old Glock had popped your brain Ayy, I was lettin' Roxies rain, Gang