Lyrics AILEEN - Yung Rare

First off,
I don't talk a lot I -
Stupid
I had to run 'em over
Bitch (Ha Ha Ha!)
I'm so high I'm fuckin paralyzed
I - I'm itchin' tryna flip sum
Fuck sober, Bitch (Ah Ha Ha!)
I been workin' on myself
Got a few boxes ain't ticked yet, thoughts ain't shelved
Off the record, imma hit ya (What's up, what's up)
Had to line him up (Imma get ya)
Gave yo boy a mothafuckin Kennedy cut (Ha Ha!)

Who? Shot ya?
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Click) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who? Shot ya?
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Click) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who?

I wish a nigga mothafuckin would (Bitch)
Round me, these niggas tend to die tho (Fuck nigga!)
Had to flee the scene
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad (Yeah!)

You should have tapped out
This is where your face connect with fist, motherfucker (UH)
This is why you don't amount to shit, motherfucker
You are not as dangerous as this, motherfucka
How you let them treat you like a bitch, motherfucker?
(God-damn)
I thought you had some shooters bruh?
You ain't shootin none
Niggas losers, huh?
Rockets from Iraq
FGM-148
Send 'em fucking back
Hit 'em from the bushes, fuckin' Javelin attack (Yeah!)

Round me, these niggas tend to die tho (Fuck nigga!)
Had to flee the scene
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad (Yeah!)

I cannot smoke enough
I cannot fuck enough
Bitch I got rich so I can play with fuckin guns for fun
I can't associate with niggas who don't stand for nun
How the fuck you think you standin' up?
Man he ain't he ain't standin' up

Who? Shot ya?
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Clack) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who? Shot ya?
Niggas wanna get at ya
(Click-Clack) Gotcha
You can't relax so
Who?

I wish a nigga mothafuckin would (Bitch!)
Round me, these niggas tend to die tho (Off the record)
Had to flee the scene (Imma hit ya, Imma get ya)
He just tried to chase a bag, but he went out so sad
Man he went out so sad (Yeah!)