SHOOTIN' Lyrics

Thru the city I ride, rock and roll, this one might be too personal

My suicide note to the homies and my bros if I don't end up phenomenal

Woah, it's over, stories on me still gon' tell, tap into demons my holy grail

Daddy issues turn to self esteem issues, baby I'm team issues

My demons who really is a tissue, I'm as clean as a bottle of Listerine

Baby I'm kidding I'm off the lean, I'm sipping on Malawi gin only

It consume me, grab my phone, hi it's Mr. Lonely see I'm fucking with you lowkey

Need you to slide, 08 or 09 I know it's late but we got time

Alright, alright I hear you, wanna see you all the time

Party at your crib, like how you come alive let me slide, let me slide

Do you see the time, god damn it you so divine

Looking in your eyes, beauty is defined, no lie

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You are the one for me

Need you to come and seal in my mind

Been wondering you up under me

Your vibe plus your energy

Awakening in me, linking no synergy

I be capping, fuck it, get to this money

No need for all the fussing

Smoked tobacco with Wadi for the first time

Been passing shawties and joints

Since before I could remember

Loot in the back seat

We plotting on July and again in November

And again we forever, look

Money remain in the mode of the world bigger

I know it, I need to see it all

Get it all and be it all

Man, I got dreams, make my CD feel small

Self-aware, like a girl who thinks she too tall

Know me as Mr. Self-Involved

I'm sorry when I don't respond

But don't you call me, be not that involved

It's low-key, want me a lover, a homie

Somebody to console me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah