Shot Ya
    (专辑: The Weeklys, Vol. 4 - 2019)
    
    As we proceed to keep this shit O.G  2019, motherfucker  Infrared beam, motherfucker  (Turn my mic up)  As we proceed to keep this shit O.G  2019, motherfucker  (This motherfucker snappin')  Infrared beam, motherfucker  (Turn my mic up though)  West Coast  (Uh)  Let's Go  (Yeah)  Long Beach, motherfucker  (The Weeklys, motherfucker)   Trapping at my homie house, watching his mama Cripwalk  Fantastic Four, it ain't a 
thing to make bricks talk  Run when that Jack Daniels cap twist-off  'Cause fucking with that J.D., I 
put you in a 
Kris Kross  Fuck a 
list, I'm a 
Sith Lord  The 
West without Crook is like the G 
Thang beat without the 
synth chord  Like Eazy-E without a 
'64, I 
know you feel me if you're in poverty, piss poor  Rob you for your Snow White, where is she at?  Rob you for your bread too, where that Sara Lee at?  Different kinda coke brothers financing my campaign  Niggas pulling out more polls than a 
Quinnipiac  Want it? You could get some  Hear them hollow tips come  Hundred round mag, that's the 
Diggy Doc kickdrum  Line you with a 
thot, giving you top  You'll get robbed by a 
bitch who been cocked more times than John Wick's gun  Grimey ass Eastsider  Got some Armenians that'll leave you in a 
meat grinder  You'll be looking like lasagna when police find you  Buried in a 
hole deep enough to reach China  Shootouts feeling them hollows burning you  You and your dawgs crawling over furniture  The 
burner so heavy, if Terry Crews tried to draw it, it cause a 
hernia  My neighbors in Suburbia learning that I'm a 
murderer  I 
wake up wide-eyed and bushy-tailed  And start killing rappers who only platinum 'cause pussy sells  Old heads still shooting, nigga, Bonzi Wells  I 
could tell you how a 
dead body smells  Nah, that ain't the 
best thing  I 
learned the 
lessons that death bring  Keep bouncing like bedsprings during a 
sex scene  Driving, busting nuts in my sleep, my nigga, wet dreams  You couldn't hang with these bars if you was Epstein  How'd I 
make it out the 
streets? Shit  The 
song I 
made with Akon explains it all, dream big  Now I'm throwing skyhooks over Christopher Wallace beats, Kareem Biggs  Rock with me, nigga, the 
king lives  As long as you live and breathe   Come here, nigga  Yeah, nigga  You made that list, nigga?  Nahahhhhh  Oh, it's hard to talk with a 
gun in your mouth, huh?  You the 
one that made that motherfucking list?  Oh, you can't talk, you sound like one of them mumble rappers now, huh?  Top 50, greatest of all time  You made that fucking list, nigga?  I 
told you