Master Sword - Shotgun Willy

Willy went and made another hit

Okay like

Prada on my my motha-fuckin kitty (huh?)

Louis on my my motha-fuckin hip (huh?)

Curry how I dunk no swish (hey)

Fuck it gonna fuck that bitch (hey)

If you ain’t gone fuck with me you a dumb fuck (uh)

Pull up and hit the boy feel like one punch (uh)

Look at my bank and I’m getting dumb rich (uh)

And I’m gonna count it up till a hundred (uh)

Im just tryna get it Like this like that

Aye

Willy tell me how you get a bitch like that

Aye

Listen to yo music man this ain’t that

Aye

Willy tell me how you get yo wrist like that

My pockets fat

Got money stacks

I’m posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey,

hey)

I’m coming up

She down to fuck

He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)

My pockets fat

Got money stacks

I’m posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey,

hey)

I’m coming up

She down to fuck

He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)

Round one like Ike I fight (mhmm)

In the kitchen I’m whippin like Betty White (mhmm)

Bad bitch on my list like Light (mhmm)

I been killin the business feel like I’m Dwight (mhmm)

Big bones cause ya boy still breast feed (hey)

Bad bitch wanna be my bestie (ouh)

New ice my wrist like jet ski (wet)

Talk shit get hit don’t test me (hey)

Runnin and runnin and don’t ever stop got a mac in the back and we let that

shit pop (hey)

Ay pull up and skrt out the lot

See I don’t got no time but my wrist got a watch

Hunnid on hunnid get stuffed in a sock and I don’t chase a bitch only after the

guap

Ay wrist and my drink on the rocks

See I Can’t fuck that bitch if her dad is a cop

Bummin and bummin these kids wanna be me cause everything from me go straight

to the top (hey)

Ay made a few bands off a single and end of the day you can’t piss in a pot

(Bitch you broke)

Started getting famous now I’m feeling like the pope

Spending time in Vegas boutta make a lot of dough

Quick scope no scope you hoes on ghost

Deep throat my load my hoe don’t choke

Bitch imma legend like zelda

Bitch imma legend like zelda (yah, hey)

Bitch imma legend like zelda

Bitch imma legend like zelda (ha? what?)

Sorry don’t know what to tell ya

Sorry don’t know what to tell ya (ha, hey)

Bitch imma legend like zelda

Bitch imma legend like zelda

My pockets fat

Got money stacks

I’m posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey,

hey)

I’m coming up

She down to fuck

He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)