Many Shots

Many, many, many men Many, many, many men Many, many, many men Many men I call my niggas to spin They gone slide in a mini van Miss em we spin again, jus like a ceiling fan Make sure them shots really enter him I was jus into it handling businesses Tinted the V three percentages Trips out to binghamton, chips like pringles can A nigga move work then i'm stinging him If you run up i'm clicking and I stay on BT You'll be gone in a instant, I was getting the chicken Kept my ears to the street heard them niggas was dissing Load like nine in the smithen, give him nine out the nina Tell CJ to swish him, bunch a new oppositions Gotta pop me a shot and I don't mean the liquor And bro caught a uh If it's up and its stuck and you know I shoot clutch So next I'm a uh Need a million buck I been running it up And she trying to uh uh uh Meanwhile I send AL on the get back On they side he gon slide get ya shit splacked 45, Shoot it high wit no kick back We was down on they block Hitting anything we saw moving Headshot hit his top, them niggas can't come to my block Attach me a switch wit a mop Trying to pull up and lets this shit spark like Light it up as soon as it hit dark like Out the V put the car right in park like Many many many men, For the guys that we lost We all gon spin Hear your voice one more time Hope you call again Pray to the lord Drop a four right before I sin