This Is For...

[Hook]

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game

[Verse 1]

In my mind I was painting a picture

About how my 4-4 gone hit ya

Bout how your boys could get with with me

Now you all limped over for the world to see

Fast as lightning with my trigger finger

And there's no way they'd catch me in the linger

Though you dead, the best you can

I'm a pro and I ****ed your plan

When I was hiding I was hiding too

We were playing tag tag, but I won, fool

In an open field, red rum

And walked off as your body got numb

You ain't see me hiding low with that lazer beam

Daddy hit you before your bitch ass scream

And that's how it went off

One stain from the chrome

[Hook]

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game

[Verse 2]

Yeah I heard [?] you wanted to be frontin

But I won in this game of hunting

[?]

[?] to brag about my goods

Yeah mother****er you protected the wrong way

[?]

One shot to the chest from 4-4

Got you kicking your leg and moving slow

It was kinda like paintball

Cept when you got hit, you ain't go back to base, you got stalled

And there ain't a second game

Your ass is dead, mane

I was left the winner

Cause I was advanced and you was just a beginner

One shot did the lick

Now I'm laying back, reminisicing on the hit

[Hook]

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game

This is for all of the bitch-made

Boys who think this shit is a game