"31015" lyrics

Gun, gun
Phuh
Haha!

Get yourself together, don't fall down
Get in traffic with my hundred-round
I'm poppin' out, I'm on a money mission
Ask him out if he possibilities
Obsessive with my artillery
Recessive fuckin' up in the woods
I got some stripes like tigers in these woods
I swung the putt, get a hole in one
Having no motivation, that's your choice
Hanging with bitch niggas, that's your choice
Grabbing the drac', grab the glizzy it's your choice
Waking up getting no pay that's your choice
You catch a body you run from that boy
I catch a body, I run up right to him

I catch an opp, nigga tryna walk on my block I just stand on that porch
Run a hoe to the block this is not no resort
No you can't stop the smoke, know this shit gone keep going
For the low get that pack out I know that shit going
I can't move for real with my fire, got that drum
Taking shortcuts in the woods I ain't fuckin' up
Running from drac' they gone try, I'mma fuck 'em up

Get yourself together, don't fall down
Get in traffic with my hundred-round
I'm poppin' out, I'm on a money mission
Ask him out if he possibilities
Obsessive with my artillery
Recessive fuckin' up in the woods
I got some stripes like tigers in these woods
I swung the putt, get a hole in one
Having no motivation, that's your choice
Hanging with bitch niggas, that's your choice
Grabbing the drac', grab the glizzy it's your choice
Waking up getting no pay that's your choice
You catch a body, you run from that boy
I catch a body, I run up right to him

Guns