POINT EM OUT

Ooh, Packwoodz, we different
Ayy, ayy
Look, ayy, haha
Bah, bah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, shoot, lil' nigga, fah

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 this, "Hello, nice to meet you," nigga
If you run up on me, he gon' change your features, nigga
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out

Which one? Pick one, he ain't gettin' to it like P.A
He ain't never ball out, he was on the bench
Y'all shootin' them threes like D-Wade
Trap on jump like hoo, hoo
His phone off, can't relay
Plug just called for the re-up
So I just ran it up like a relay
So if I just point, I shoot, shoot
Leave these niggas on mute
Money gon' talk like ooh, ooh
Got married to the money, I do
Got lil' baby, that's cute, cute
Rather die 'fore I do it like you
Can't tell my niggas my secrets
Gotta leave 'em in the desert like Clue
No, this ain't the 'Gram, so stop with the cappin'
My nigga blammin', that's not a caption
See his reaction after I tagged him
R.I.P. to him, his name in the 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 this, "Hello, nice to meet you," nigga
If you run up on me, he gon' change your features, nigga
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out

Yeah, yeah, gotta keep one in the head, yeah
Brodie got one in the head, two
Make a move then it's over, he dead, yeah
Heard a whole stupid-ass goofy-ass nigga
Tryna plot and then he was my mans, yeah
We could've got money together
I love you, my nigga, but now you 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 'jects, gettin' head in the staircase
My Cuban link choke on my neck
This ocky is thick, you can't touch, but it's heavy
My chain like a hockey puck, you movin' wocky
I'm covered in ice like I'm Kravis Kate

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 this, "Hello, nice to meet you," nigga
If you run up on me, he gon' change your features, nigga
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Point him out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Point him out

Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the head, head, head, bah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in the