hey, siri Lyrics

Shoot your shot, girl, text me, shoot your shot, girl, neck me

Supposed to be my bestie, yeah, If you christian, then come bless me, yeah

You left me by myself, but now I'm all alone

Twenty-five shots up in this Glock, when I'm home alone

Nigga won't pull that gun, I bet he fuckin' won't

And if you wanna lead, you better not fuckin' choke

And the weed, man, it keep me sane, and if she's smarter, baby, use your brain

Runnin' round all day, I'm hangin' with the gang

Fuck Nigga keep talkin, we gon' take a chain

While these broke-ass niggas speakin' on my name

Why the fuck you talk to twelve about that k

Why the fuck you even speak about that case

How the fuck he die when he try to change

Turn a nigga into change

Give a fuckin' nigga fame

The 30 its gon' hit his brain

30 its gon' hit his brain