Shootee

[Produced by C-SICK] [Hook: Brian Fresco] Let's get it Say we might like 'em, we might fuck 'em I one night 'em, never wife 'em If the head right might more than twice 'em But I promise we don't love 'em Nah nigga we don't love 'em No, I never eyed 'em, never dine 'em Maybe twice 'em if the blunt's right She could be the plumber to my pipe But nah baby, we don't love 'em Nah nigga we don't love 'em No [Verse 1: Brian Fresco] Pabst Blue Ribbon, cans all on the floor Broken Jack Daniels bottle, near the bed with a whore That I, vaguely remember as I stare blankly at the ceiling Empty Magnum by my feet as I attempt to rid this feeling, and then I speak She replies with an offer of a round two And I'm just confused like I'm Bound 2 like Kanye With Amber in that ballroom or that chatroom like Wiz Khalifa What? Talkin' Reggie who, lemme be your boo But anyway, the bitch brought me breakfast in the hay She trying to win the race I see it in her eyes and I can read it in her face Then jumped up in the game, ready to play Ready to AK spray any bitch on my agenda for the day So she a shooter [Verse 2: Brian Fresco] Yeah, but I'm a shootee Can't finesse a finesser Said secret weapons be lessons That I din learned from my past bitches calling me reckless Like ain't too many checks left on my checklist I done been around the block maybe you can be next It's my time and I can take you to the top if you restless With that arch up in yo back that body hotter than Texas And fellatio that leave a nigga bustin' and breathless Like nigga do you hear me? Can you open my message You looked up in my eyes don't you know that we destined To be great, and I'm like "Nah baby we can be bestfriends" And low key I might've went for shorty Yeah, but I powered up my iPhone Then the loopholes that put holes up in my memory all came to an end I got a text like [?] zombie went home with that bitch that gave me head like "LOL OMG I'm dead" [Hook: Brain Fresco]