Focus
Lyrics
We bussin' shots
Look
Keep your head up, you heard?
Don't let em' talk down
Just do what you want to do
Be a leader, not a follower you hear me?
Look
Bow
We bussin' shots like the runnin' man
Have em' runnin' doing laps to the Sprinter Van
That bitch she crying on my lap, but I'm not her man
She a old lil' treesh, I got some better plans
Bigger plans, better plans for the new world
Left that bitch in the past, she my old girl
She a whole lotta trouble, head move in swirls
And I'm DTB for life, never trust a girl
I ain't ever said "no" to the money
I'm in my bag, niggas is looking so funny
Find out the spot, you get chills in your tummy
She eating me up, she say "oo you so yummy"
She calling my phone tell her "wait no, I'm busy"
She's feenin' for more and that's word to my glizzy
We shaking the room, tell her rest up to Pop
She leaving the room tell her pick up her stocks
These niggas is dead cause' we killed em'
Tried calling his pops but we drilled em'
Couldn't save, nobody is feelin' em'
We twisted they block and these bullets is peelin' em'
You don't want my adrenaline rushing, I came through the door with the glock out it's bussin'
Few shots to your head like a muffin
She all on my body, get kicked out we rushin'
Got Hen' in the cup, feeling real nice
Your girl she a simp, she pass me the ice
Chase all your goals, it's time to get right
I used to give up, but I'm back on my grind
Fuck all the hate, you niggas is blind
Just pass me the cred, I need a good find
Stunt on your hoe, we have a good time
Man fuck all this shit, bitch hop off my line
We bussin' shots
Look
Keep your head up, you heard?
Don't let em' talk down
Just do what you want to do
Be a leader, not a follower you hear me?
Look
Bow
We bussin' shots like the runnin' man
Have em' runnin' doing laps to the Sprinter Van
That bitch she crying on my lap, but I'm not her man
She a old lil' treesh, I got some better plans
Bigger plans, better plans for the new world
Left that bitch in the past, she my old girl
She a whole lotta trouble, head move in swirls
And I'm DTB for life, never trust a girl
I ain't ever said "no" to the money
I'm in my bag, niggas is looking so funny
Find out the spot, you get chills in your tummy
She eating me up, she say "oo you so yummy"
She calling my phone tell her "wait no, I'm busy"
She's feenin' for more and that's word to my glizzy
We shaking the room, tell her rest up to Pop
She leaving the room tell her pick up her stocks
These niggas is dead cause' we killed em'
Tried calling his pops but we drilled em'
Couldn't save, nobody is feelin' em'
We twisted they block and these bullets is peelin' em'
You don't want my adrenaline rushing, I came through the door with the glock out it's bussin'
Few shots to your head like a muffin
She all on my body, get kicked out we rushin'
Got Hen' in the cup, feeling real nice
Your girl she a simp, she pass me the ice
Chase all your goals, it's time to get right
I used to give up, but I'm back on my grind
Fuck all the hate, you niggas is blind
Just pass me the cred, I need a good find
Stunt on your hoe, we have a good time
Man fuck all this shit, bitch hop off my line
Writer(s): Xavier Velez
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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