Aim N Fire

Chris K Yeah All my opps they hiddin Niggas put up, they ain't doin No slidin Niggas, they watchin' like spies Tryna keep up, get in line I came with duty, and he got the Cutter Tb, you wanna get lined What can I say,was born with a Gift Aim with percision and fire Dark skinned bitch she fuckin Me good I already know she ain't mine Shawty get creamy when I grab her hips She take the D from behind Know I'm a player, and I keep a P I cannot f*ck with no swine These niggas really be hatin' on the mo'fucka low I see the look in your eyes Hallow tips fly out the barrel like uh Round after round out the Barrrl, like, yeah Know im dat dude when I step on the scene Niggas can't stand me, they gon Need a chair You know I came with the fam Shoota too raw You know I'm goin' in bare I was just down on my D, and I got it up I had to climb up the stairs I be like f*ck you mean had to Muscle up I been cuttin' ties, you get tummy tucked Gettin money bitch but she still a slut Momma told me never trust a bitch Yeen got shit If yeen got trust, grove baby, do No pump fakin It's the shoota baby, I'm a one of-one I'm tryna see my opponent Spin on your block, take a pic For the moment I been on the grind like Tony I'm on your ass, donkey All these bullets, they rain on yo ass You really thought it was stormin If a nigga Ever come tell you I'm fake Call em a rocket he launchin All my opps they hiddin Niggas put up, they ain't doin No slidin Niggas, they watchin' like spies Tryna keep up, get in line I came with duty, and he got the Cutter Tb, you wanna get lined What can I say,was born with a gift Aim with percision and fire