Shine (Yozora)
If I shot, and I missed, I apologize (don't miss)
I done traumatized a lot of guys (a lot)
We done made a lot of mommas cry (mom's)
I know one day that I gotta die
I'm the first one to shoot when it's time to ride
Your man's dead, you ain't tryna slide
They rappin' and cappin' 'bout homicides
They was talkin' they shit, but now I arrived
I know that they schemin' look in they eyes
They know I'm a demon, they ain't surprised (devil)
All the opps keep on lyin', I wonder why (I wonder)
I keep a stick, I cannot go (big shine)
You will get shot if you drop Choo (rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
You'll probably die if you drop Folk
Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe (skrrt)
Competition look nervous, they not close (shine)
I keep a stick, I cannot go (shine, it's not gon' be easy)
You will get shot if you drop Choo (don't do it, rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
You'll probably die if you drop Folk
Wipe your nose, then we swerve in a Tahoe
Competition look nervous, they not close, shine
I got plenty of hollows just for Costamado
But I don't really want the cops to follow (I don't)
So I'ma get the drop from a lil' thot
She gon' line him, he get shot tomorrow
And I know why he big mad (I know), 'cause the guys got one up on him, shine
He a damn lie, he got shot, and his man's died with his gun up on him
I can't wait 'til I finally run up on him (how you know?)
He like .450, I keep hitters, they all sitchy, man, we don't gotta run up on him (free Smoke)
Ayy, ayy, how the hell you a ghostbuster?
I be tweakin' if he with his BM
I'm fiendin', I'll fuck around and shoot the both of them, look (look)
Now let's take a trip to the Foreign Side, let me know if you run into Fivio (let me know)
Grab the shits, with the sticks, yeah, it's time to roll (it's time)
He a goofy, I promise I'm just bein' honest
I got it, you spot him, then I'ma blow (baow)
It's about to get scary, just like his Amiri's (baow, baow)
He chattin' and actin' like I don't know
I'm a GD, I'm comin' in 3D
So make sure you lock up your door, 'cause I be close, shine
I'm Santa Claus, and this is Christmas (Christmas)
So guess who's next on this hit list (shine)
I know y'all never won't forget this (y'all won't)
I'm a shark eatin' all the fishes
They can bark, but it ain't vicious
So please don't never get it twisted (don't)
Mauley, please take the G out your name
I thought you was Woo from the Floss (gang)
Your own homie put his feet on your brain
And he probably livin', 'cause it's you of course (course)
Out of all of these cappin' rappers, did you ever think that I would ever show you remorse?
And don't think you safe, 'cause you Woo from the Ville
Shoots fired, gooey sauce
Woo-K (rrah), y'all should've knew he lost
Shine, I don't gotta prove he soft
Hit his whip, and I'm cruisin' off (skrrt, zoom)
Then I smoke me a spliff in the newest Porsche, shine
Stop blowin' my high, is you ready to die?
You know for the 6, I ride
And we don't just die, yeah, we multiply, he givin' me 6iine vibes
I'm a felon you know I ain't tellin', I'm Choo'n and no, I won't switch my sides (no)
I thought I told you not to drop Folk (wha'?)
I thought I told you not to drop Choo (drop Choo)
I was searching and looking for Fivio (searchin')
Fuck around and got addy on Gwuapo (wha'?)
Yeah, he still complainin', and he still tryna be famous
But bullets don't care if you hot, bro
"Baby, you should take heat", that's the silly sounds of Jay Gwuapo
We don't gotta kill him, look, we could just rob him and drill him
And show him he not bro (not bro)
We remove the cheese from his nachos, sike, we knock the meat out his tacos (tacos)
And if you gettin' money, then why you condonin' the same shit that got Pop smoked?
And I just find it funny, it's 2020, so stop reppin' a set that you're not, bro
Baby, a lot of niggas really hate me (they do)
I pop a Perc' and go crazy (yes, sir), spin the Ville, and look for Jay Dee, shine
But the Choodie just hit me while I'm in pursuit
And told me, "Jay Dee locked for a rape charge" (wha'?)
And I'm not tryna say that he might get convicted
But y'all know what happens in state yards (you might)
For a rape charge? I swear to my momma, I hate y'all
If they find another llama, that's 8, y'all
I'ma start on a couple people that want me gone
But I'ma shoot first, I'm a face card
So I guess it's lookin' like 8, y'all, I'm lyin' I'm doin' the race, y'all (I'm out)
It's a sign my soul keep on cryin', I'm liable to probably up it on Jakes, y'all
Dead opps, I can see them in you, fuck a deal, I don't need a venue (I don't need)
This a hit list, for the lit Crips and the fake Woos just to be continued