1 Thousand 80 Shots
(Stribb on the beat)
New lil' bitch super decent
They make it past the precinct
I bought this shit, I ain't
Leased it, ayy, ayy, Can you keep a secret?
Ayy, it look like he was reachin'
Then that Glock might two-two-piece him
Ayy, they changin' like the season
I was on 226th and Gleason
Uh, uh, the king of this Castle Hill
Back to back Maybachs it is
If you don't think he strapped, he is
Let them license my ideas
I ain't have to serve them bags in years
And we just brought out Wock', not beer
Changed my appearance, grew my beard
Was at Saks Fifth, not Sears
Really the captain, captain here
White girl, Brittney Spears
Went straight to the block and faced my fears
With the Glock to wipe my tears
Nigga ain't on this tier, this
Top tier, you suck dick, My dear
Richer than all my peers
I been stickin' and movin' all these years
Know I had to climb up all these tiers
Pi'erre, wanna come out here?
Chopstick with a drum out here
He thought he was gon' act dumb out here
Ain't with the gang no more
He say I changed, I changed up for fame
How the fuck grown-ass men
Ain't got no brains?
I'ma come plain my jane, uh
It was cocaine like Eddy Kane
Ghost taught me the game
Yeah, you was gon' abuse your power, man
Swervin' in and out my lane
I don't know why he thought we was
Playin' 'cause this not no game, Uh
I sent a hollow through his brain
I made a whole new strain
I'm the star of the murder games
Let's begin
Uh, Coochie Runtz smoke with my main
Pop his noodle like lo mein
Big Backdoor the kicker
Kicked the door off the doorframe
Bitch, I'm big mister whole thing
Ain't got no image to maintain, gang
One thousand eighty shots for gang
Shut down blocks for gang
Yeah, I was tryna hunt down opps for gang
Double shot caught on flame
We was inflicting lots of pain
Panoramic roof to block the rain
Big old Glock had popped your brain, ayy
I was lettin' Roxies rain
One thousand eighty shots for gang
Shut down blocks for gang
Yeah, I was tryna hunt down opps for gang
Double shot caught on flame
We was inflicting lots of pain
Panoramic roof to block the rain
Big old Glock had popped your brain
Ayy, I was lettin' Roxies rain, Gang