Текст песни POINT EM OUT - Phresher feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Oh, Backwoods, they roll different
Ayy, don't be actin' that way, you know what time it is
Ayy
Ayy, shoot, lil' nigga

I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga
And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga

Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out

Which one, big one, he ain't gettin' to it like DA
He ain't ever ball, like he was on a bench
I was shootin' them tree's like Dwayne (Dwayne)
Trap phone job like who, who?
His phone off, can't relay
Plug just got with the real, so different like every day

So fine, just point, I shoot, shoot
Leave these niggas on mute
Money gon' talk like uh-uh
Got married to the money, I do (I do)
Got a lil' baby that's cute (cute)
Better die before I do it like you (do it like you)
Can't tell my nigga my sins (nigga my sins)
Gotta leave 'em in the desert like Clue

No this ain't the Gram, so stop with the cappin'
Wanna get blamin' and that's not a caption
See his reaction after I trapped him
RIP to him, his name ain't a status
Get hit with the stick, I ain't talkin' Madden
I took his bitch, 'cause she love the fashion
I got the drip, you see me splashin'
My niggas lit, you niggas has-beens

I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga
And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga

Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out

Yeah, yeah, gotta keep one in the head, yeah
Brodie got one in the head
Two make 'em move then it's over, he dead, yeah
Heard of a stupid ass
Goofy ass nigga tryna plot and he was my mans, yeah
We could've got money together
I love you my nigga but now you're a dead man

We could've been ballin' together
Instead I just put a red dot to his headband
I was just duckin' from feds
Up in the jetski and hittin' the staircase
My cuban link choked on my neck
This akhi is fucked, you can't touch but it's heavy
My chain like a hockey but you movin' wocky
I'm covered in ice like I'm Gretsky

I was trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga
When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga
And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas
If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga

Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out, who, who, who, who, who, who
Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot
Point 'em out

Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the, head-head-head (pa-pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the-