[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]

Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot

Think I hear a gunshot

One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop

I'm just counting up a young guap

More Ps

I told my connect, "more keys"

Let my mandem through the door, more cheese

Say she hear that name before, oh, please

[Verse 1: SL]

Aye, aye

Oh, please, my love

I know that I said, you're the one

But this spliff got my head back spun

And your friend look good, so please don't judge

Like no hard feelings here

If you don't hold no grudge, I won't hold no grudge

I remember in the station the fed boys push, but you know wouldn't budge

My nigga said, "S.P. Dookey," (S.P.) one sec', this war has doin' me justice

Bro done it and he done it in public, like gosh, why you do that, bro?

And with the hoes I ain't doing no rules man, bust on her back, and she didn't even know

And she thinks that I'm messing with her, delete that snap now the case got closed

I don't need to talk too much, I be in the back just me and my crow

Like I might just chip on my zoot, I finna go roach

Bro said "pick one," I'm like eenie-meenie-miney-ho

I said bro said "pick one," I'm like eenie-meenie-miney-ho

Real devilish one, no lie

I ain't gotta call her line, but all I gotta do is look in the mirror, and said aim three times

Like how can I rate them guys, their chat's on ten and the trap's on five

I said "How can I rate them guys," their chat's on ten and the trap's on five

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]

Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot

Think I hear a gunshot

One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop

I'm just counting up a young guap

More Ps

I told my connect, "more keys"

Let my mandem through the door, more cheese

Say she hear that name before, oh, please

[Verse 2: SL]

Oh, please

Leave me alone officer, it's not me

Always coming to my crib, you're barking up the wrong tree

Last week, I took a loss, and that loss was costly

The other week, I got some top, and that top was got free

Got three of them tings, like damn, what operation you running?

My nigga said karma's real, if so that means I got a lot of shit coming

Called her, last week, "you're average," then she stepped in the motive stunning

Crunchies the ends all sneaky, so I held her undies, so I sprung it

Bad bitch get the jist

If I get nicked with this I'm getting way more than a slap on the wrist

And if I link your chick I'm getting way more than a one two tit

Watch out, if you wack this spliff, have your brain cells taking trips

So just take it slow, like your girlfriend shaking her hips

Jump out on a wagan strip, and of course, a man knows where the wagans live

How you talk like you blazing shit, you backed your ting it was a blatant miss

Bali and latex, fully equipped, ain't tryna end up where the station is

Toke an amazing spliff, got kit-kats guessing what strain it is

[Chorus: Tiggs Da Author]

Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot

Think I hear a gunshot

One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop

I'm just counting up a young guap

More Ps

I told my connect, "more keys"

Let my mandem through the door, more cheese

Say she hear that name before, oh, please