#15 Lyrics

Number 15

Shoot like Vince Carter

When I'm riding with the team

Scope with a beam

He don't want smoke

So we give him the steam

Broke like a fiend

Spent all his money on his

Baby mama feet like

Who the fuck is we

Last time I checked

You switched for some cheese

Still plotting on me

Bigs tryna kill cause

They mad that I still got they weed

Oh please

Thought you was a thug

Till we spun his whole block

And put holes in his seat

Number 15

Shoot like Vince Carter

When I'm riding with the team

Scope with a beam

He don't want smoke

So we give him the steam

Broke like a fiend

Spent all his money on

His baby mama feet like

Who the fuck is we

Last time I checked you switched For some cheese

Still plotting on me

Bigs tryna kill cause

They mad that I still got they weed

Oh please

Thought you was a thug

Til we spun his whole block l

And put a holes in his seat

Yeah holes in his seat

Got hoes I'm the seat

Don't trust that hoe

I'm clutching on my heat

I don't need advice when

I grew up in the streets

I just roll the dice

Yeah got nothing you can teach

I can tell he a leech

He ain't got a record

He clean like some bleach

He soft as a peach

He laughing online

I got his girl on her knees

Yeah and honestly

I miss that hoe she property

I miss that hoe yeah constantly

She want me cause I'm a prodigy She want me now she topping me

Sipping on lean unconsciously Smoking all this weed

By the quantity

Can't get no sleep yeah properly

Number 15

Shoot like Vince Carter

When I'm riding with the team

Scope with a beam

He don't want smoke

So we give him the steam

Broke like a fiend

Spent all his money on

His baby mama feet

Like, who the fuck is we

Last time I checked you switched For some cheese

Still plotting on me

Bigs tryna kill cause

They mad that I still got they weed

Oh please

Thought you was a thug

Til we spun his whole block and Put holes in his seat

Yeah hoes in my seat

Heat in my seat

Fucking on your baby mama

Two days in a week

Keep texting my phone cause his Dick game weak

I can make a banger

I ain't need no feature

Passed all my classes

Cause I was fucking on the Teacher The way I this spread This bread you'd think I was a Preacher, Digging all these graves

They call me Grim Reaper

762 finna give your ass a seizure

Holding on this heat you'd think

I have a fever

Leave her

She a fucking hoe like Selena

Eat her

Hold my 45 she a keeper

Bleeda hit him in the east Pasadena

Number fifteen

Shoot like Vince Carter

When I'm riding with the team

Scope with a beam

He don't want smoke

So we give him the steam

Broke like a fiend

Spent all his money on his

Baby mama feet

Like, who the fuck is we

Last time I checked you switched For some cheese

Still plotting on me

Bigs tryna kill Cause they mad that I still got they weed

Oh please, that you was a thug

Till we spun his whole block

And put a holes in his seat