Kailon - Ambition of a Shoota Lyrics

I fronted you the bow, now let me see where all my money at
Nigga try me in this bitch, put thirty in his trucker hat
Got SBA's in Houston, Servin' Whitney out my duffel bag
Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back
Who it is?
What the f*ck you want?
Nigga say he want exotic? It's thirty two for a bow
I just keep on coughin', I got dead opps' that I like to smoke
Nigga f*ck a vest, that nigga talk then we aim for his throat
And I ain't missin'
Niggas in my city steady snitching
Everywhere I go I keep my Glizzy, I can't leave a witness
Fina' have to stretch him if he step, that's a death sentence
Got Dior's on my feet you need a band just to step in 'em
You said you with who nigga?
You fina do what nigga?
You said you wan' die nigga?
Shoot you and yo' cousin nigga?
Ain't none of my nigga bitches, I don't like those I can't run with 'em
Kai been on some other shit he pop out with a dub' with him
Beep up on some other, yeah, I been counting Fetti
Hop up in that Lexus, we gon stretch him if we catch him
I dropped thirty on my bezel, 'nother sixty on my necklace
Whole gang walkin' down, don't give a f*ck where they stepping
Niggas know this get wicked that's why I bang Young and Reckless
Put fifty on a nigga head and leave a nigga headless
He walked in this bitch tough as hell, he left out on a stretcher
Cut his fingers off and send 'em in the mail he got the message
My ambition as a rider been filled up with drugs and violence
F*ck the DEA they keep on tryna' take all my narcotics
I gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option
Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding
I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it work
If you gone make some Skrilla' make sure you bring me all my shirts
Niggas need to throw they flowers I'm the one that been deserving
And I'm gon scar the world when it's time for me to leave this earth
But when it's time, then it's time, right now I been terrorizing
Dump that thirty in 'em, tell them niggas we don't give a f*ck about 'em!
In a Stolo' off this Wocky' I be higher than the pilots
Don't think that I'm lacking everywhere I go my Glock beside me
And I don't talk a lot 'cause gangsters tend to move in silence
Let's see if you really street let's see if you gon' bang about it
Wet him like the water fountain, when we found him we had clapped him
I can't stand them pussy niggas ain't no way they come around me
And who the f*ck you think you is?
Nigga think he finna' take all my Dope' i'll get you killed
I can't serve not a line but I be cracking all the seals
Hit my line if you tryna make a play or make a deal
Thirty two for my exotic
Thirty two that's for the pound, let's see if you get it off
Yo' trap moving slow my trap booming i'm gon' get it off
And I got play's I'm gon' get 'em all, lil' bitch I get it on
I put my city on, them niggas mad they gettin' shitted on
How the f*ck that go?
I was the one that wanted y'all boys to blow
I'm sipping Don Julio, I told my bitch give me a toast
I love my girl i'ma ice her out and leave her ass on froze
She get a attitude I take herself to get her some new clothes
"Where you at bae, Where you tryna' go?"
"We can go to Neiman's get some Jimmy Choo up on your toes"
I'm gon' go out like a gangster if he try me he gon' go
Can't no nigga knock me off because I'm never on my own
Bitch!
'Cause I'm untouchable, nigga touch me he gon' reap the repercussions
Found that nigga lacking, upped my Glocky now he leakin' sum'
We paint the city red with niggas' blood and then we fleeing on 'em
I thought he was my brother it turned out I never needed homie'
Niggas hoes they gon' flip-flop like some sandals
I keep sticks tucked like i'm rambo
Nigga try me we gon blam 'em
Niggas see that shit on TV they don't never want that static!
Damn, my lil' bro done got flicked up he gon' die, he tell what happened
F*ck!
Now I'm on a ankle monitor
Slip it off and then go hit the city, we gon' mop 'em up
Look me in my eyes she so pretty when she swallow up
He tryna' chill down on 41st, he a f*cking duck
Prrt-Prrt', Skrrt-Skrrt'
Yeah we hit the dash
Tryna duck the Federallys' 'cause they steady on our ass
Lil' brodie' tweakin' off them pills, he keep on shaking he might crash
F*ck it, if I gotta' go out i'ma go out with a blast
Told my brother gon' hand me a pill
Yeah, i'm starting to panic my anxiety done gave me chills
SRT, he the gas, he Skrrt', he f*ck up the wheels
Kailon shooting shit like Holyfield
No he ain't got no chill
Damn, we gotta shake 'em they gon' hawk you down they on yo' heels
Bust this right, make sure that it's quick you better not ever stop
Middle Finger to the judge and it's still f*ck every cop
Take it to the junkyard, Yeah lil' bruh' we gotta' park
Fina get our' shit then let's south