Glam Graham - Shots Fired

I don't expect shit but clown shit from clown bitches
To expect anything less is an insult to my intelligence
I spread like Corona with that said
I don't compete for what's already mine
You haven't even lived long enough to comprehend
Oh you thought because we wasn't moving
The way you wanted us to move we wasn't moving at all
Stagnant, I'ma raise the bar
You got all that mouth, you know who the fuck you are
You know who the fuck are, or maybe you don't
B... B... Beats by Fury, Quad
Me I ain't never been a silly hoe
Come with the bulshit find what you looking for
Talking that slick shit running yo mouth vic
Like you a skeptic ah get you murked bitch
Every bum bitch thinks she can rap (She can rap)
Every hood nigga be in the trap (In the trap)
Every cap nigga be in the studio (In the studio)
Every rich nigga fuck with a dumb hoe
Fuck you on the run for bitch you better duck low
Bodies hit the floor when bullets rain slow (Rain slow)
Just know through the door I'll take yo shit
We can hit Lakeshore lemme hit this lick
Bet double down money I triple it
Then it's back out of town fore the shit get thick
Or load another round like I'm on the battleground
Cause I hunt prey bounty bloodhound
Break bread with you naw I won't split
My stage with you you are unfit
Fuck ya life you counterfeit
I'll fuck ya wife make her my bitch
Get this understood my 9 will test ya manhood
So you can be down for life
Or you can lay down for good
If that ain't hood bitch I ain't hood
I'm from the slum misunderstood
I had a fucked up childhood
Now that I lucked up what's good
And I'm sick of you hoes internetting around
Bitch you a clown pipe it down fore I pull up and drawdown
Hoe we can make scene screenplay drama queen
Underdeveloped cause you green I'll fuck u raw no Vaseline
No sleep like a machine they call her Scarlett Porcelaine
That bitch a lunatic, but I ain't here to politic
I'll do a nigga quick I don't owe a nigga shit but Quad
And I don't fear a muthafucka but God
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shots fired
Every bum bitch thinks she can rap
Thinks she can rap
Thinks she can rap
Thinks she can rap
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shots fired
Quad

Written by:
Twanna Graham

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