Shoot Back

If you push me imma react (oh) If you shoot imma shoot back (yo) If you push me imma react(oh) If you shit imma shoot back(yo) We out, you guys know we out They put on my block and I'm telling them niggas to get back If you shoot first, you know we gon' shoot back This drac get excited we pull on your block And I'm turning your life to a racetrack Krit told me don't give up, I'm not doing that But I'm telling these niggas to sit back My girlfriend, she broke up with me, now I'm getting the money So she wanna come back I was broke like a rat, now I'm getting the racks And I'm thinking I want me a Maybach I came from the slum, but lil' bitch, I ain't dumb If you play with me, you'll see your granddad My memories get clearer, the pain of my past is like Tupac But I know she hate me, so I can't be jazzy I'm going for something like smooth jazz This glock gon make him get crazy, we roll up This not a part two, but you know we pull up Whole lot of money, his girl wanna f*ck us He don't have money, but he wanna show off My gang we role in this bitch, it's a slaughter He be making movies, so he cannot find us Cool guys gang in the house, where's the mirror You know we gon' shoot at his door, so it's clear Pussy ass nigga like money and shit, but I know we gon' slide on him Cause I'm legit, if they drop a prize, then we slide in the day Send me to Addy, you know that he dead One pop in his head, his family get scared That nigga's a bitch, no wonder he dead Thought he's a fighter, but that nigga fled We shot at his back and it went to his head Top, drop, flop, put on my block And his mommy get sad, I ain't talking much You can see in my eye, red like a dragon I'm Heartless inside, if he play with me, he be up in the sky These niggas acting, but scared of fire I put in the work cause I know it's my time I put in the work cause I know it's my time They pull on my block and I'm telling them niggas to get back If he shoot first, you know we gon' shoot back This Drac get excited we pull on your block, and I'm turning your life to a racetrack Krit told me don't give up, I'm not doing that But I'm telling these niggas to sit back My girlfriend, she broke up with me, now I'm getting the money So she wouldn't come back I was broke like a rat, now I'm getting the racks And I'm thinking I want me a Maybach I came from the slum, but lil' bitch, I ain't dumb If you play with me, you see a granddad I'm Heartless as ever, my memories get clearer The pain of my past just like Tupac But I know that she hate me, so I can be jazzy I'm going for something like smooth jazz Glock 46 on my lap and I got lotta opps I'ma turn to a beast when I made that shit clap They be doing that walk, I be doing that talk I'ma shoot at his back if he think he's the boss All my niggas gon' slide with but one in his tie I ain't going down, no, I put that on God I roll with the stick, I ain't ready to die Heard he want smoke well I'm coming outside Keep it out with a Draco shoot at his head cause that boy never lay low that nigga's a dummy They never gon' lay low, put on my block And you going home different, Glock in my hand And you know it's extended you fire, we fire But you is still missing , I'm fucking this bitch from the back That you chasing, I found me a rat so I'm feeding him poison This not an end, cause that nigga been snitching He sent a location, I know I'ma get em One pop in his tie, but I didn't see his Mellon Push me too far, I'ma react I ain't capping this shit, not a beatbox I'm beating your ass like I came with a ski mask Glock in my hand, so I know I'ma shoot back Don't take advantage, my homeboys too bad, here They pull on my block and I'm telling them niggas to get back If you shoot first, you know we gon' shoot back This drac get excited we pull on your block And I'm turning your life to a racetrack Krit told me don't give up, I'm not doing that But I'm telling these niggas to sit back My girlfriend, she broke up with me, now I'm getting the money So she wanna come back I was broke like a rat, now I'm getting the racks And I'm thinking I want me a Maybach I came from the slum, but lil' bitch, I ain't dumb If you play with me, you'll see your granddad I'm heartless as ever, my memories get clearer The pain of my past is like Tupac But I know that she hate me, so I can't be jazzy I'm going for something like smooth jazz