[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me

[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
Looking at my bitch, like, yeah, I made it
How is he a deaman, and he's dressed in Palm Angels?
Fuck this n***a looking at? Watch cable
Hit her from the back, now she want me to be faithfull
Just trippin though, [?]
You not 'bout a bag, you're a diffеrent ho
I ain't even pimpin, ho
I ain't into trickin, ho
Brokе ass n***as, always in they feelings though
Riding in the tinted whips, inside something like vanilla
I'm a black baby, I'm a true spinner
Shots like liquor, round with a [?] go getter
Game should be told, you didn't know, n***a
Game should be told, but not to broke n***as
What you talk to hoes? A lil joke, n***a
Weird motherfucker, dropped the soap, n***a
Tommy Lee Jones, I don't even know n***as
[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me

[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
State to state trappin, bitch, I'm living like I'm touring
Bossed up baby, you basic bitches only bor me
Why the opps lying? We the n***as do the scoring
Make it hot on your block, in the winter, make it scortching
Back to back coupes, bitch, I'm doing what I wanna
D.O.A. let off the K, don't need to rush him, he's a gauner
Poles on us, fuck all that talking, gotta show us
All this ice on a n***a, wrist cold, got nemonya
I don't drive in N.Y., seat back blowing doja
I be texting bitches regular, pouring lines in my soda
I pull up in a coupe, and I might pull off in a Rover
I was the n***a at the start, I'm the n***a when it's over
Hit the light, I hit the gas, police begging to pull over
Drop a hundred, touch a hundred, n***as know I'm having mo shit
Drop a 4 in the 20, type of shit to keep me floating
Keep an Insta famous bitch, and she wetter than an ocean
It's Jim
[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me