80 Shots II lyrics

[Verse 1: EthoSuave]
Out the whip, I start tossin', like
Maneuver that V, get up off him
Flock at the crowd, I show 'em my performance
He too fast on his feet, think I lost him
They ain't get back 'cause they mans not important, like
Did a hit in that fit, I can't post it
Two hands when I click, b*tch I'm focused
Tryna play ball, but they horsin'
I think he hit, hit a strike, knock him down like pins
Someone tell-, to get off the bench
Like he got shot, ain't come outside since
They ain't up on no score, them n*ggas hittin' rim
Like, please tell them n*ggas stop missin'
On feet, have them n*ggas get missin'
Still move wit' that heat, posted up in the trenches, like
Oh she do that hip sh*t
b*tch I hold weight in my hood, Planet Fitness
Like free bro, he won't speak on that sitch
He alive, but that shot to the head he still feelin'
Like red dot, I can't miss it
I'm wit' JB, he do it for his triplets
Tryna get rich, I'm used to takin' risks
Like if it ain't mud in the cup, I won't sip it

[Verse 2: ChrisBands]
Like, job not finished
Got knocks, they do not slide wit' it
So many deads, our opps not winnin'
I won't get involved if it's not my business, like
And if them n*ggas dissin', then it's gon be non-stop spinnin'
Get poked if the knock stop clickin'
f*ck all the opps, they is not really wit' it
Grah
Hop out the V red beam on the knock, sh*t look like a laser
We ain't totin' no mace, no tasers
Game time, ballin' like the Blazers
Trailin' they V 'cause brodie tryna blaze 'em
Quickdraw, ain't wait to trace him
Fill him wit' lead 'cause I'm tryna erase him, like
Fast on his feet, he a racer
On that block tryna rip him like paper, like
n*ggas don't be the same when in person, they only tough on they socials, like
f*ck all the opps, they hurtin'
Five Gz in the box, T-Mobile
Scope in the grip 'cause Ion' really see well
Why these opp n*ggas movin' like females?
Go on drills by myself, I don't need help
n*gga died in the whip, shoulda had on his seatbelt
No love to they block, b*tch f*ck 'em
Bullets fast, how the f*ck he gon' duck 'em?
I'm tryna kill him, not stun him
Before we had knocks we was givin' concussions
Talk on the gang it come wit' repercussions
Said you smokin' on who? n*gga buggin', like
We make sh*t hot like an oven
Shoutout to boy that got hit in his muffin
Clickin' the trigger, 'til the gun jam
Clip full, I shoot wit' one hand
I don't need two to kill 'em, I know one can
Did a flip off a bike, he a stuntman
He say he on court like Trae, so watch how I send eleven at this young man
No passes, you only get one chance
Like, you only get-