SHOTGUN

Any time, anywhere, I'm a-goin If you want some shit, just grab me, baby One with the shotgun Yeah, I can wrap you up To the bed, to the floor You always be where I'm at Bradley, I miss you Forgive me, lord, for the sins I did Spent so much time on all the streets Keep my mind off all this deceit The ability to stay on straight I can't leave, till the job is complete With your attitude changing Got me ridin' with some heat, yeah Got me ridin' now with some heat I ride with the gang, I ride front seat Your bad attitude made me grip the heat Back then, never had no food to eat We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun You don't wanna creep Get you dancing on your toes Or get left six feet Get left six feet This life gets morbid, like werewolves Friends start turnin', friends start turnin Full moon, baby, friends still turnin Friends still turning Had to keep my four pockets full, like baby This life crazy, we had no choice I couldn't speak up, now my wip got voice No explanations, they couldn't keep up This ain't no Rolls Royce But I make sure the pack transported This game is about trust But that homie just reported If you wanna be down with me Make sure your pocket got the 30 million Cause can't have you watchin' me I ride with the gang, I ride front seat Your bad attitude made me grip the heat Back then, never had no food to eat We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun You don't wanna creep Get you dancing on your toes Or get left six feet I get money then Spend it Who told you that we lend it I got no need to pretend All my haters always meet their ends Tell your girl to tell her friend In this life, better mix and blend Don't really wanna beef Got too much work to release North, south, west, and east That's why I keep my four pockets creased I keep my four pockets creased I ride with the gang, I ride front seat Your bad attitude made me grip the heat Back then, never had no food to eat We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun You don't wanna creep Get you dancing on your toes Or get left six feet