"Situations" lyrics
(feat. 22nd Jim)
[ShooterGang Kony:]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
Looking at my bitch, like, yeah, I made it
How is he a deaman, and he's dressed in Palm Angels?
Fuck this nigga looking at? Watch cable
Hit her from the back, now she want me to be faithfull
Just trippin though, [?]
You not 'bout a bag, you're a different ho
I ain't even pimpin, ho
I ain't into trickin, ho
Broke ass niggas, always in they feelings though
Riding in the tinted whips, inside something like vanilla
I'm a black baby, I'm a true spinner
Shots like liquor, round with a [?] go getter
Game should be told, you didn't know, nigga
Game should be told, but not to broke niggas
What you talk to hoes? A lil joke, nigga
Weird motherfucker, dropped the soap, nigga
Tommy Lee Jones, I don't even know niggas
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
[22nd Jim:]
State to state trappin, bitch, I'm living like I'm touring
Bossed up baby, you basic bitches only bor me
Why the opps lying? We the niggas do the scoring
Make it hot on your block, in the winter, make it scortching
Back to back coupes, bitch, I'm doing what I wanna
D.O.A. let off the K, don't need to rush him, he's a gauner
Poles on us, fuck all that talking, gotta show us
All this ice on a nigga, wrist cold, got nemonya
I don't drive in N.Y., seat back blowing doja
I be texting bitches regular, pouring lines in my soda
I pull up in a coupe, and I might pull off in a Rover
I was the nigga at the start, I'm the nigga when it's over
Hit the light, I hit the gas, police begging to pull over
Drop a hundred, touch a hundred, niggas know I'm having mo shit
Drop a 4 in the 20, type of shit to keep me floating
Keep an Insta famous bitch, and she wetter than an ocean
It's Jim
[ShooterGang Kony:]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
Looking at my bitch, like, yeah, I made it
How is he a deaman, and he's dressed in Palm Angels?
Fuck this nigga looking at? Watch cable
Hit her from the back, now she want me to be faithfull
Just trippin though, [?]
You not 'bout a bag, you're a different ho
I ain't even pimpin, ho
I ain't into trickin, ho
Broke ass niggas, always in they feelings though
Riding in the tinted whips, inside something like vanilla
I'm a black baby, I'm a true spinner
Shots like liquor, round with a [?] go getter
Game should be told, you didn't know, nigga
Game should be told, but not to broke niggas
What you talk to hoes? A lil joke, nigga
Weird motherfucker, dropped the soap, nigga
Tommy Lee Jones, I don't even know niggas
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
[22nd Jim:]
State to state trappin, bitch, I'm living like I'm touring
Bossed up baby, you basic bitches only bor me
Why the opps lying? We the niggas do the scoring
Make it hot on your block, in the winter, make it scortching
Back to back coupes, bitch, I'm doing what I wanna
D.O.A. let off the K, don't need to rush him, he's a gauner
Poles on us, fuck all that talking, gotta show us
All this ice on a nigga, wrist cold, got nemonya
I don't drive in N.Y., seat back blowing doja
I be texting bitches regular, pouring lines in my soda
I pull up in a coupe, and I might pull off in a Rover
I was the nigga at the start, I'm the nigga when it's over
Hit the light, I hit the gas, police begging to pull over
Drop a hundred, touch a hundred, niggas know I'm having mo shit
Drop a 4 in the 20, type of shit to keep me floating
Keep an Insta famous bitch, and she wetter than an ocean
It's Jim
[ShooterGang Kony:]
Baby wanna fuck me off the name, make her famous
Bitch think I love her, I only love the stainless
I'm a made man, I throw shots, I ain't aiming
What your name is? I ain't trippin if you taken
Bouncing out the foreign, with the 4 nickle on me
Why that look glum? 'Cause I shit on my opponents
Bitches say something 'bout the kid, make her horny
I'm a rockstar, situations kinda bor me
