Off the Dribble lyrics

[Intro]
L-Finguz

[Verse]
Lil' n*gga heavy metal machine, I'm the team
Murder was the case in the scene, a slug fiend
Bully n*ggas like I'm Preme, what's up Beans?
Know it's only been a second, I keep thinking it's a dream
I'ma wake up, you gon' be right here, this ain't fair, blood
You ain't even see my chain, how it glare, blood
Been a while since a n*gga said a prayer, blood
I'm a real n*gga and real n*ggas is rare, blood
Gang keeping it lit, you in the air, blood
Standing at the viewing and all I could do is stare, blood
If you hear me, I pray that you feeling better
f*ck I look like just putting you on a sweater?
The f*ck I look like letting n*ggas say whatever?
f*ck a homie, I will do you, and nina, you gon' let her
GSR on me and glizzy came with a vetha
Put a n*gga brother on the Facebook header, ayy
This the game, just the way that it goes
It ain't no escape, you can never oppose
Ali asked me why these n*ggas don't go, and I don't know
You ain't slid, what you bang this for? You n*ggas hoes
A homie die and n*ggas supposed to die, make it multiply
I blame rap sh*t, that's what I decide
I ain't posting n*ggas' music if you living a lie
I'm the shooter, I can shoot while I drive, on God
Pull up on the side of a sucker and let it spark
p*ssing on my hands while you laying in chalk
Your big homie fed, sh*t, we can't even talk
'Cause n*ggas fake, boy missed, on God
I bet you I'll be active when I'm rich, on God
I bet you I could kill you without catching a high
And ShooterGang a family so I gotta provide
About mine, leave a n*gga stopped at stop signs with Glock-9's
Free Hundred Shots, free Mula, and free Vines
And buddy, you a boy, blood, I got your spine
Cover your back like I do Ali
I'm just happy that you n*ggas breathe without a machine, on B's
Pourin' out opps, I ain't kickin' no lean (Nah)
Ham and cheese, b*tch, you gotta play for my team
When I'm hella geekin', Deray know what I mean
And so do Sama, Jody flee him while he strapped with the beam
Squeeze standin' in my corner, when I squeeze, he squeeze
And Pathi, b*tch, you know it's SSG
And when it's bulletproof, a chopper shell won't breach
You ask me, it's ShooterGang 'til a n*gga deceased
Off the dribble, b*tch
[Outro]
L-Finguz