Ambition of a Shoota

I fronted you the bow, now let me see where all my money at Nigga try me in this bitch, put thirty in his trucker hat Got SBA's in Houston, Servin' Whitney out my duffel bag Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back Who it is? What the f*ck you want? Nigga say he want exotic? It's thirty two for a bow I just keep on coughin', I got dead opps' that I like to smoke Nigga f*ck a vest, that nigga talk then we aim for his throat And I ain't missin' Niggas in my city steady snitching Everywhere I go I keep my Glizzy, I can't leave a witness Fina' have to stretch him if he step, that's a death sentence Got Dior's on my feet you need a band just to step in 'em You said you with who nigga? You fina do what nigga? You said you wan' die nigga? Shoot you and yo' cousin nigga? Ain't none of my nigga bitches, I don't like those I can't run with 'em Kai been on some other shit he pop out with a dub' with him Beep up on some other, yeah, I been counting Fetti Hop up in that Lexus, we gon stretch him if we catch him I dropped thirty on my bezel, 'nother sixty on my necklace Whole gang walkin' down, don't give a f*ck where they stepping Niggas know this get wicked that's why I bang Young and Reckless Put fifty on a nigga head and leave a nigga headless He walked in this bitch tough as hell, he left out on a stretcher Cut his fingers off and send 'em in the mail he got the message My ambition as a rider been filled up with drugs and violence F*ck the DEA they keep on tryna' take all my narcotics I gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it work If you gone make some Skrilla' make sure you bring me all my shirts Niggas need to throw they flowers I'm the one that been deserving And I'm gon scar the world when it's time for me to leave this earth But when it's time, then it's time, right now I been terrorizing Dump that thirty in 'em, tell them niggas we don't give a f*ck about 'em! In a Stolo' off this Wocky' I be higher than the pilots Don't think that I'm lacking everywhere I go my Glock beside me And I don't talk a lot 'cause gangsters tend to move in silence Let's see if you really street let's see if you gon' bang about it Wet him like the water fountain, when we found him we had clapped him I can't stand them pussy niggas ain't no way they come around me And who the f*ck you think you is? Nigga think he finna' take all my Dope' i'll get you killed I can't serve not a line but I be cracking all the seals Hit my line if you tryna make a play or make a deal Thirty two for my exotic Thirty two that's for the pound, let's see if you get it off Yo' trap moving slow my trap booming i'm gon' get it off And I got play's I'm gon' get 'em all, lil' bitch I get it on I put my city on, them niggas mad they gettin' shitted on How the f*ck that go? I was the one that wanted y'all boys to blow I'm sipping Don Julio, I told my bitch give me a toast I love my girl i'ma ice her out and leave her ass on froze She get a attitude I take herself to get her some new clothes "Where you at bae, Where you tryna' go?" "We can go to Neiman's get some Jimmy Choo up on your toes" I'm gon' go out like a gangster if he try me he gon' go Can't no nigga knock me off because I'm never on my own Bitch! 'Cause I'm untouchable, nigga touch me he gon' reap the repercussions Found that nigga lacking, upped my Glocky now he leakin' sum' We paint the city red with niggas' blood and then we fleeing on 'em I thought he was my brother it turned out I never needed homie' Niggas hoes they gon' flip-flop like some sandals I keep sticks tucked like i'm rambo Nigga try me we gon blam 'em Niggas see that shit on TV they don't never want that static! Damn, my lil' bro done got flicked up he gon' die, he tell what happened F*ck! Now I'm on a ankle monitor Slip it off and then go hit the city, we gon' mop 'em up Look me in my eyes she so pretty when she swallow up He tryna' chill down on 41st, he a fucking duck Prrt-Prrt', Skrrt-Skrrt' Yeah we hit the dash Tryna duck the Federallys' 'cause they steady on our ass Lil' brodie' tweakin' off them pills, he keep on shaking he might crash F*ck it, if I gotta' go out i'ma go out with a blast Told my brother gon' hand me a pill Yeah, i'm starting to panic my anxiety done gave me chills SRT, he the gas, he Skrrt', he f*ck up the wheels Kailon shooting shit like Holyfield No he ain't got no chill Damn, we gotta shake 'em they gon' hawk you down they on yo' heels Bust this right, make sure that it's quick you better not ever stop Middle Finger to the judge and it's still f*ck every cop Take it to the junkyard, Yeah lil' bruh' we gotta' park fina get our' shit then let's south