J.R. Writer, Fred Money - Cover Shot lyrics

Uhh uhh, okay
Let's get at 'em man, W-B 4, uhh (woo')

My fifth's on cock, so piss off ock
So kick on rocks
I lick off shots that pick off - cops
My whip all drop to piss on blocks
Jerry Springer ain't seen this
Many ripped off tops
Watch, the kid go pop and shit don't stop
I get those chopped
Cripsy them my Diplo socks
Ha ha, I'm just so hot, your kid go flop
Third week I make 400 thou' just off Koch
Watch, me get off yachts, or shift on stop
You lil' hooligans can never fill
The big bro slot big ol' Glock
Stashed up in that big ol' spot (where)
Right across from the lake where
The ship gon' dock
This ship don't clock, my strip on lock
Kick on knot drivin through bangin out that
Big Porsche box
Look, you lil' queers puzzle who
Ain't never near double (never)
Flip what, shit, you don't even ear hustle
A merry wheel of muscle, uptown, downtown
Out of town, around town
I put you where the ground's brown (6 feet)
We the livest dog, you better abide your boss
Only way you pullin out on me
Is if you drivin off (where at)
In your ride of course
Fuck if you a thug or not (fuck you)
I'm from a gutter block
You will get your mother popped
Infrared at your head
Let me see you duck the dot
All in front of the mag
And I don't mean the cover shot

Blaow! It's too late for your will
My goons like sharks
They can't wait for a kill
Catch you makin moves
Then I make you move steel
Underground like where they find
Them old movie reels
Doggie dog chill, you ain't seein no mills
Your neck turnin green cause
Your ice ain't real
Ballin, so don't get thrown like these bills
My bird in the bucket have that Mo' on chill
Stainless steel
The youngest in my whole crew
Always on known stoops or
Hoppin out foreign coupes
Got my watch and I wave it out the sunroof
Just showin haters that I shine
Like the sun do
Some do, shine but not like this one do
Stacks in my pockets
Makin 'em look dumb hues
Tried to tell 'em that they
Fuckin with a lit fuse
Mission Impossible, and you ain't Tom Cruise
Nigga'!