Who Shot You?

Jagger the plug
 Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections
 And get your basic ass bitch out my textes
 Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions
 She said nigga you just want to fuck - bitch you guessed it
 Mama told me I need sleep I look restless
 Ma I'm tryna move you I can't miss out on the extras
 R-o-t-c my niggas suited and they steppin'
 Pull up get to beating on shit, David Wesson
 Pull up she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast
 I can still fuck I'd rather shit on my ex's
 Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive
 Spikes on my shoes bitches looking like a cactus
 Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin'
 Broke bitch irritate my soul I'ma pass it
 Damn I heard what happened that day dawg that was tragic
 How you start a war and get caught out here lackin'
 Ain't got shit In my pants but a light dub
 Don't tempt me I'll leave it in this nightclub
 Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up
 But that's gon' be the reason your shit gon' get chopped up
 Nah, ion know who shot that nigga it was not us
 Pockets ain't have nothing now they look like they got knocked up
 She so stupid with the head, call her cyduck
 I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb
 I know I been distant tryin' to keep from getting locked up
 She tryna give my people sum to be proud of
 Roddy Rich gotta ride with one don't wanna die young
 Got the four-five like nine bucks
 Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up
 Get yo stupid ass fi'ed on the fi'ed up
 Whole car strapped like the police behind us
 In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
 Aye, nigga drop sum
 Opp huntin' give him shots like he got sum yeah
 Aye between me and Mell that's a light hundred
 Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry-humpin'
 R.i.p. Jeff I treat Don like he my brother
 Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot funyun
 Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she eye-fuckin'
 Woke up like damn could've sworn I had socks on
 Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon
 High as hell got my soul leavin'
 Free my dawgs locked up all four seasons
 Gotta keep your head up like your nose bleeding
 Bought her some new - titties now she can show cleavage
 Ain't gon' call her pulled the bitch for no reason
 Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
 Street sweeper like I'm road cleanin'
 Hey, can trust these niggas and these hoes neither
 She a whole creamer but ion need her
 Went across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked
 Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up
 You know when you get me off that Henny I mix up
 You know when I get all In that pussy I mix up
 What's the point of tellin' me you never gon' switch up
 Knowing when that shit get tough you gon' give up
 Now I'm cross the world still throwing the six up
 Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups
 Please stop calling my phone and harassing
 Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin' (hello)
 I ain't feel like punching up today I'm straight cashing
 Use to be broke thank God, I'm livin' fancy
 Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B
 Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy
 20k on me in the sto' stealing candy