Shoot It Up

Free them guys out the chain, the grabbers, mama say I’m a headache, Advil
You play on my hood and I load up the tech bottle
The Rollie Febreze, I need a bag, lil' key (Shh)
A playa don’t tell the streets (Mmm)
You try, gon' fuck up the streets (Bah)
The water on my neck make it cheese (Agh)
My chop got somewhere to be (My chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (The top)
I got that slime disease (Okay, let’s go)
I’m with some bottom boys, they from my side (Stench)
I’m a real Conley boy, gotta keep an iron (Skrrt)
The bag on value, it look like a dime (Okay, let’s go)
Fuck my ex, she full of lies (Fuck)
I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time (Time)
ZL1, watch us pop out the side (Grrah)
We shoot up the car, it’s the window, no tires (Brrah)