[00:03.20]My n*gga Deltah in them pots
[00:12.20]Yeah, shootin' shit
[00:13.52]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[00:14.84]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[00:16.32]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[00:17.85]Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
[00:20.77]Whole lotta gang shit
[00:22.30]Whole lotta gang shit
[00:23.92]And the block got so hot, I can't keep a Glock no more
[00:27.12]All my n*ggas with the shit s, we can't sell no rock no more
[00:29.93]All my n*ggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more
[00:32.82]All these diamonds on my wrist, I can't tell the time no more
[00:36.16]Ayy, It's me and Prod, we pull up with them clips, you know we pourin' fours
[00:39.00]She wanna fvck me in my whip, she see them suicide doors
[00:41.92]I see a opp, I catch a opp, If you don't know just check the score
[00:45.06]Shorty wan' me spend my racks but I just wanna make some more
[00:48.17]She say she loved but I told myself that I don't love no more
[00:51.10]Just hit it, play with her and win the game like I'm playin' be sports
[00:53.95]He say he shootin' but I say I'm shootin' like I'm on the court
[00:56.87]I need a baddie that's gon' pull up on me in some Gucci shorts
[00:59.93]Ayy, I been gettin' bands, I'm like "So what?"
[01:02.64]She wan' Lil Tecca, so I'm feelin' like I'm Sosa
[01:05.54]She wanna flex all on my body like it's yoga
[01:08.86]My life is going up so fast like rollercoaster
[01:12.05]Yeah, shootin' shit
[01:13.43]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[01:14.84]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[01:16.35]Yeah, we shootin' shit
[01:17.89]Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
[01:20.96]Whole lotta gang shit
[01:22.54]Whole lotta gang shit
[01:24.06]And the block got so hot, I can't keep a Glock no more
[01:27.24]All my n*ggas with the shit s, we can't sell no rock no more
[01:30.26]All my n*ggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more
[01:33.15]All these diamonds on my wrist, I can't tell the time no more

My n*gga Deltah in them pots
Yeah, shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta gang shit
And the block got so hot, I can't keep a Glock no more
All my n*ggas with the shit s, we can't sell no rock no more
All my n*ggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more
All these diamonds on my wrist, I can't tell the time no more
Ayy, It's me and Prod, we pull up with them clips, you know we pourin' fours
She wanna fvck me in my whip, she see them suicide doors
I see a opp, I catch a opp, If you don't know just check the score
Shorty wan' me spend my racks but I just wanna make some more
She say she loved but I told myself that I don't love no more
Just hit it, play with her and win the game like I'm playin' be sports
He say he shootin' but I say I'm shootin' like I'm on the court
I need a baddie that's gon' pull up on me in some Gucci shorts
Ayy, I been gettin' bands, I'm like "So what?"
She wan' Lil Tecca, so I'm feelin' like I'm Sosa
She wanna flex all on my body like it's yoga
My life is going up so fast like rollercoaster
Yeah, shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Yeah, we shootin' shit
Automatic clips, gotta lotta it
Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta gang shit
And the block got so hot, I can't keep a Glock no more
All my n*ggas with the shit s, we can't sell no rock no more
All my n*ggas on the strip, we can't take out locks no more
All these diamonds on my wrist, I can't tell the time no more