R.I.P Kobe By Yung Bleu
Smoke in my lungs
I am the one
Gotta shoota for your shoota ***
I gotta shoota for your shoota ***
Stay around
Ooh, no pen no pad in the booth and got the *** off (got the *** off)
And that *** can’t use his head
I get it took off
Turned myself into a boss and niggas can’t ignore it
And they be tryna do the *** they know they can’t afford it
And he gon’ hit you with that stick ‘Cause *** that’s my lil whodie
And I can’t trust you with no brick I heard you getting extorted
R.I.P Kobe *** ballin’ like the Lakers
Just got off the phone with Meek he told me welcome to the Chasers
Intellectual *** *** bisexual
And I’m puffing on these vegetables
I got some in my lung
Think about the *** you gon’ die by one brrrah
Smoke in my lung I’m tryna ease my mind like oosie boo
She let me *** and driνe the car she a booster too
Girl the way you suck that *** I can’t get use to you (I can’t get use to you)
I can’t get use to you
Gotta shoota for your shoota ***
Gotta shoota for your shoota ***
Gotta shoota for your shoota ***
Yeah, yeah (pop out)(pop out)
Got them junkies pulling up like a young *** work at popeyes (yeah)
*** I use the rubber so you know that baby not mines, stop lying
*** I’m running red lights like stop signs
I heard you a bullet ***, I heard you would pull it *** (oh yeah)
And I’m on they block kist like trayvon with the hoodie *** (on gang)
and I’m *** shots like melo with the hoodie ***
Understood it ***?
Teach you lil niggas how to be a boss
I don’t even gotta rap ***
My money make money
My money make money
You niggas snake funny
You niggas ain’t living like that
You *** ain’t getting money like that i don’t believe it
but they come full circle
I got a 50 for you 50 *** *** I got a 100 for your 100
Lets get it you niggas some dorks
Niggas is nervous
Real go-getta ***
I’m that *** *** (blue van draw)
and a *** ain’t did *** for ya till he put you in a position to win reguardless (let me talk my ***)
I heard them niggas plotting on me ion never safe
38 special send ’em up to heaven gates, bullets flying in the wind i don’t even hesitate
Got that 40 on me I don’t finna play
I’mma catch ’em at a red light
Solo, dolo hit the headlight
Cut ’em off just like a bed light
I know these niggas scared right
I gotta *** him in his pants
My lil *** do the murda man dance
