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 f*ckin 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'f*cka 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
El Shoota - Aim N Fire Lyrics
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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 f*ckin 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'f*cka 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
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 f*ckin 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'f*cka 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
Writer: Tyler Jones
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