"good aim" lyrics

Fuck the jakes, fuck the fakes
Bitch, I feel like Kobe, fade away
Bitch, I'm sick, I'm poppin' Percs to the face
Put that Glock to your face, leave you brainless
Bitch, I'm goin' M.I.A., paper planes
I'm takin' shots after shot, I got good aim
I got a shot right in his head, he in the frame
I done shot an opp in the leg he need a cane

All these pussy niggas sweet, candy cane
Nigga keep talkin', we gon' tie him up and dump him on them train tracks
Yeah, a whole lot of racks, a whole lot of gats
Yeah, my Scat got that horsepower, we can't be tamed
Remember back then I was in the kitchen, had to whip the grain up
Feel like Kill Bill with this mask, bitch, this a stick up
Don't nobody want your chump change, we want them big bucks
Backwood rollin' up, we sippin' syrup, shit, I'm stuck
Don't you hear them sirens? Oh fuck
[?] to all of my old hoes just to see what's up
She like, "MAJ, goddamn nigga, you too much"
She keep on talkin' so damn loud, I'm like, "Hoe, shut the fuck up"

Fuck the jakes, fuck the fakes
Bitch, I feel like Kobe, fade away
Bitch, I'm sick, I'm poppin' Percs to the face
Put that Glock to your face, leave you brainless
Bitch, I'm goin' M.I.A., paper planes
I'm takin' shots after shot, I got good aim
I got a shot right in his head, he in the frame
I done shot an opp in the leg he need a cane