How To Shoot

Back up on that bull shyt like a fly
Momma told me do my best
But shid that's all I did was try
Tried my best to not to look so hi
But u know me and A.M
Always come with that low eyes
To the ground
Prayers to the sky
Will I go to hell if I die
For the hearts that I broke
But damn what bout mine
Thoughts like I know
Knowing damn well I tried
Consoling a bitch
Who ain't got the time
Cursing me out
In a broad state of mind
For these drugs in my coat
New found faith in my nine
Always kept it real
So i ain't gotta rhyme

Put the thing
In the thing
Cock the thing
Shoot the thing
I said on Gawd
He said if anything
That's what this white boy
Taught me
I watched a vid he made
So ima teach my bitch
That's on everything
Put the thing
In the thing
Cock the thing
Shoot the thing
I said on Gawd
He said if anything
That's what this white boy
Taught me
I watched a vid he made
So ima teach my bitch
And that's on everything
You ain't gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to shoot
You ain't gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to
You ain't gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to
Put the thing
In the thing
Cock the thing
Shoot the thing
I said on Gawd
He said if anything
That's what this white boy
Taught me
I watched a vid he made
So ima teach my bitch
That's on everything
Put the thing
In the thing
Cock the thing
Shoot the thing
I said on Gawd
He said if anything
That's what this white boy
Taught me
I watched a vid he made
So ima teach my bitch
That's on everything
You ain't gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to shoot
You ain't gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to shoot
Nobody gotta tell me what to do
You just gotta tell me how to

Back up on that bull shyt like a fly
Momma told me do my best
But shid that's all I did was try
Tried my best to not to look so hi
But u know me and A.M
Always come with that low eyes
To the ground
Prayers to the sky
Will I go to hell if I die
For the hearts that I broke
But damn what bout mine
Thoughts like I know
Knowing damn well I tried
Consoling a bitch
Who ain't got the time
Cursing me out
In a broad state of mind
For these drugs in my coat
New found faith in my nine
Always kept it real
So i ain't gotta rhyme