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shot and won't miss
People doubted, so I gotta get rich
Since a little nigga, I been turnt up
Makin' money moves, got me lumped up
Started from

police approachin' (Shit)
Divertin' a sales to a next number
'Cause it's loose and this hotline's stolen
(Brr)
Me and my gyal ain't ever watched Frozen
She

me sum' time for to go and get it
No I cannot lack gotta stay wit' my blicky
He try to run off on me, bitch and we gon' shoot him like he Ricky
I like

To this beast, when he wanted to feast
It was simple
But The King of the land
Wouldn't understand
Therefore it lead to this plan
First, let me tell you

how you tell them to get low
Only shoot if you ain't finna' miss though
Once you do it ain't no coming back my nigga is you sure
Ray Ray like yea nigga

heading straight for the top he goes in
Let me leave you with this, can't help but to reminisce
Of all the times that I miss, and all the girlfriends I've

whole-heartedly
But if i throw it back then promise you gon catch it
I know you miss me in your bed I hope you learned your lesson
Now don't talk about it be about

learning new shit it's remotely

How could you down play me when I tell you I'm really the shit aye
Shooters gone shoot man you can tell by the flick

the only One there
Front like you about it but Your movement is scared 
I got some militant Caucasians that don't miss by a hair 

Shit i got a coulple

my G's are straight

Sitting down with Dotz chatting to him in the cemetery
Telling him that now I rap everyone remembers me
Miss the days when it

This street shit getting deep dont know who really with me
The road never been sweet this shit fifty fifty
It ain't been twenty four hours how I get

forever
New drum; for the AR
This bitch here; shoot forever!
Hustle in, my genetic
Shit, been like; that forever
Grinding; by any means
I'ma, get it;

Baby, it's the summer come roll with me
El Colombiano with Agape on the beat
Ballin' till the world falls down on it's knees
Couple nights in my life

Verse 1
Feel like Harry Potter keep a stick for the Golden snitch 
Nigga I aint cappin we Shoot clips like we Ryan Lynch 
I'mma keep real with

don't fit her
She might just shoot at your bitch, and she won't miss her
Don't fuckin' teach her, but I might just dismiss her
She might just suck up my

?
Or shoot me down when you see me on my way up?
I'm way up, sowing seeds for the harvest of my dreams, stay up
I've been sitting here with God, seeing signs

this bitch on my dick
You shoot at me you better not miss
Got Mxney on me tatted down on my wrist
And you know I'm smoking all up in this zip
Smoking

to shoot down my dreams cause y'all turned green when shit got rocky
I'm like what that got to do with me
I make my money stack taller than all of the people

could fable this
As a young kid i used to play with hits
Then I shoot my shot it's a make or miss
all my friends know who the greatest is
Tryna be

Okay alright
Okay alright
Ah ah alright alright
Whatever come next
Cheers to whatever come next
Whatever come next
Step in the spot like watch me go

of all my wits
Some like a narcissist, nowadays when I shoot I hardly miss

Cos I’m going all in, I want a sure win
No being dormant, ain’t no way that I

Ghost
I put shells in the chamber
If a bitch try me
Might have to hit him

With a holy smoke
Double tap
I don't shoot and miss
I'm hit these wack artists

the ass
Give me the pass I'm scoring like Jordan
Give me the big racks I'm Cookin like Gordon
Fell like I'm curry I'm shotten my shot
Never gon miss and I'm

to me I was sidetracked
Lust was calling, I had to decline that
The Bible is my almanac
I'll live & die by the sword with my durag
I was chasing cheese