[Intro]

I got 56 shots

I think I got my 56 opps

Woo 56 cops

Nah I was just playing

Fuck 12 ya here me

Man niggas be purpin'

Like a mo'fucka ya here me

I ain't gon' hold em though

I know you niggas pussy

That shit don't concern me though

Gang! Gang Gang!

Let me start by saying

That this shit ain't for show

If you think I'm bluffing

Just go ask the opps

Cause they know

And them mothafuckas better not lie

Cause this shit forreal ya here me

Gang!

[Verse]

Bitch I walk round with two sticks

And two pistols in case one of em jam on me

Fucked that bitch

And I told her roll out

Kicked her out of the house

Now she trynna get her fam on me

Give a fuck ain't got time for discussions

But I got a 30 for brothers and cousins

You would've thought the opps

Went and cheated on us

By the way that we dumping

We not like the other guys

We don't see the opps

And just let em slide

This .45 like Fox 45

The way it get em televised

Not with the purpin'

So you better tell them guys

Got a baby choppa

It's Beretta size

Bring a nightmare to your dream

And the shit gon' be worse

Than the scene in Coretta's eyes

Bitch I ride for my profit

Wasn't selling pies

Niggas be talking like they Pablo Escobar

But they broke as shit and they don't have a car

Ask em for work they be like

Shit I gotta bar

This shit is not barred

If I catch a opp

I might flip out the car

The way I hang out the window

And bang this AR

The way I'm shooting the smith

They should call me JR

And these niggas don't rap bout

As bitch as they are

They be like "We tote 30's and shoot at the opps"

But you ain't in the streets

Nigga who is your opps

But you don't go no opps

And you don't get no props

You a pussy nigga

Why don't you rap like you steppin'

If I catch a opp

I'm testing this FN

If you catch a opp

You just take a picture

And mention on twitter like

"I caught you lacking"

But what the fuck happened?

Talkin' all that shit and all that rappin'

But you seen the opps

Then he walked away

Both arms both legs and no scratches

Niggas be purpin' I swear to god

Niggas be pussy I swear to god

You think we bluffing

Just hang with the opps

And when we pull up

You gon' see how we rock

Glock abusive watch it beat up the block

Hol' wait think I hear the cops

Never mind them lunchin'

That shit just a shot

Pussy niggas hating

That shit just a opp

Bitch why you trippin'

That bitch just a thot

Opps caught me lacking

But I ducked them shots

Caught the opps lacking

Guess he wasn't as smart

Got a lil freaky thot

That bitch sit on the bus

Call her ass Rosa Parks

Fanta Sprite codeine Hi-Tech

In this cup it's a work of art

Walk hard in that bitch

Till I forgot

"oh I fucked that bitch too shit I forgot"

Don't blame me bitch

Blame the nigga that's making the script

I just purchased an eight in a zip

My bitch told me stop drinking lean

Just stick with the weed

She don't want me to turn into a fiend

I told her ass worry bout yourself

Don't worry bout me

Bitch I'm good long as I'm getting green

My bruvahs just snaked out my bruvah

They from the same hood

That's some shit I just can't get between

But they both still my brothers

Unless you wanna be gone from your mother

Suggest you don't get in between

But they say my life is a movie

I guess that they ass skippin' scenes

Cause this shit I'm livin'

Damn sure don't belong on the screen

Been totin' the .40 since teens

Forty 16's swear I had like 56 shots

Wanna beef then we beefin'

I swear I won't think you a opp

And I swear I won't be scared

To get busy with opps

Bought a drum with a Glock

And I stepped on the block

With my 56 shots

Glock with 380

56 shots

Glock with a drum 380 6 shots