Songtexte Loot - xtsy*

Two white shooters they hang with their cousins
Buckshot came with a muzzle
Sending that nigga straight home to his mother
Ha!

I did a hit in a hijab
Send him straight to allah during Ramadan
He said he not tryna eat in the daytime
I gave him hollow tips since eating em' breakfast
Horseback riding
Look like she doin recitals
Shooting not reading the bible
Rate of survival
Percentage dropping the hours
I'm never cuffed, never titled

You and your niggas be moving like Diddy
Hmph
Like hoes No ID cities
Lil nigga be praying on minors
Ew
Pull up to the show, get litty
Niggas try to call me out on my name
Cause I'm rockin' that Hello Kitty
(Okay)
Two Glocks, got em side by side, point it at you
Lil niggas come shoot out with me

My niggas muzzle the damn mouth
Blow up the whole house
Reload it, then crouch
Twenty-five bullets, I got 'em in two pouches
Chop up a nigga, then takin' the loot out
Swing with a hook, then I'm knockin' the tooth out
High in the party, I'm smokin' that boof' out
Swervin' the wheel of the whip with the opps on the block
I swear to god I'm takin' the crew out

Look over my shoulder, Where nick at?
Shooter behind me, don't look back
Tory Lanez throwin' hits where your legs at
Fuck that, We throwin' shots where his head at
Tighten a couple of screws in the head cap
I think I'm goin' insane with my dreads at?
(Bow Bow)
That was the sound of my get back
He gettin' up told my shooter go bet that up
Okay, I think I needed to breathe or break up
Comin' in straight to the crib, I'm breakin'
Legs in the back, said her body's shakin'
That nigga on some (no) timing
I get inside of my bag, I'm rhymin'
She tryna say she not thot, she lyin'
She lookin' good in her face, I'll buy it
Nevermind, Not buying nothin' at all
I said that I wanna link
And that i'm pulling up
And she answer with nothin' but drawls
Niggas say, "Give with the beats"
I said, "It's a bet, hold on, 'cause I'm makin' a call"
Nigga went back out the door
Left him on the road
Nigga got hung with no clothes
Shit, pause

Creepin'
Had the back door open, I walked in
Got a couple groupies, they from London
Feel like Drake Chop, givin' one dance
Nigga back-doored by his own man
And I'm hopin' it's still open
Got my hands pressed, 'cause I'm still hopin'
He gon' swallow a hollow, he still chokin'
You can chat all you want, you got no tokens
Had to pass up to the hoes 'cause they both broken
Two dyk* lil twins and they both totin
She assumin' position, it's still open

Ha, yeah, she knowin' what's up
I double my cup
Releasing a nut
A couple of addicts, they slippin' on fentanyl
Dunking like Giannis I play for the bucks
If its up then its stuck
I feel like a hilbil'
Slidin' around in a big back truck
We slidin' around with the red flags right in the back
Them niggas know that it's us
Yah