Aiming

I got a bad feeling about this Slowsilver03 Hi dopa Fuck you Drugs, it's an every single day thing Big rounds in your head, know I'm aiming Bullets downrange like it's training New song, oh well, it's the same thing She talking shit I got an LR in my bag I just wanted one of you, I got extended mags You went from talking shit to a white flag How the fuck did you fold so quick? Yeah, that's quite sad Tell me "Don't play with my food" Heard there's rumors running 'round, don't tell me if they're true They say "Oh Pitfall, you're so rude" Keep your fucking mouth shut, I don't wanna hear you Bitch, I'm on a streak, you can not stop me I been putting bodies on the ice like it's hockey But that's your bitch, go and stop me She say that she love you but she ride me like a jockey Oh, wait, there's more One, two, swing, now you laying on the floor Put your fucking fist down, why you think I bought a strap? When the sliding door opens, it's a heart attack Hear me out, no, you don't want to Every single day I'm living life, it's without you To be honest, I've never been better Three thousand dollars on a fucking sweater Just know that we are not the same You can try to play me, but no, it's not a game I heard that you a fucking lame Keep up your yapping and we blow your brain (Your brain) Come on boys put the fuckin' lead in em