Bullets, bullets fly
Like a drive by
Stand by
Pick up the phone say hello
(Hello?)
F*ck out my way
(Yea, yea hoe)
Gold gat, gold strap, drinking on a pint of yak
Hit em with a slap
Hit em with a clapback, harder, faster, stronger
You smoke like a skunk I'm still cranking out hits like I was Daft Punk
Acrobat swinging on a rope
All I got is a f*cked up head and a rope around my throat, aye
Motherf*ckers don't know, sleeping like a Snorlax, 'til it comes their heart attack
They heard that new Shoo slap and heard that Socc has got his back
Bullets, bullets fly
Like a drive by
Stand by, aye
Bullets, bullets fly
Like a jet
In the sky, yuh, aye
Bullets, bullets fly
Grip my bayonet
Bonzai, aye, yuh
Bullets, bullets fly
Tie my tie
Say goodbye, yuh
Bullets, bullets fly
Making the bread, no wheat and rye
Mr. Miyagi I cut the bonsai and I put on a sock and I let out a sigh
Bone dry, brain fried, mixing shit up make a brain stew
Layin' in the dirt until I came to
My watch face and my f*cking chain blue
My chain blue like the bleu cheese on my hot wing, y'all some offspring
I don't wanna end up like another Rick Ross stashing powder up under the box springs
I don't pop things
I drink hella muddy
Shoo & Socc we the new Teletubbies
Man we family friendly on the TV
Like John Cena you can't see me
I'm gone
Where did he go?
Bullets, bullets fly
Like a drive by
Stand by
Bullets, bullets fly
Like a jet
In the sky
Bullets, bullets fly
Grip my bayonet
Bonzai
Bullets, bullets fly
Tie my tie
Say goodbye