(Ooh Packwoods, we roll different) Ayy, know what time it is Look, ayy Ah, ayy (shoot), lil' nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (ya) When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (ya) And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (ya) If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (woo) Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out Which one, big one, he ain't gettin' to it like PA He ain't ever ball, like he was on a bench I was shootin' them tree's like Dwayne (Dwayne) Trap phone jump like (hoo-hoo) His phone off, can't relay (ya) Plug just called for the re-up So I just ran it up like a relay So fine, just point I shoot-shoot Leave these niggas on mute (niggas on mute) Money gon' talk like, ooh-ooh Got married to the money, I do (I do) Got a lil' baby that's cute (cute) Rather die 'fore I do it like you (do it like you) Can't tell my nigga my sins (nigga my sins) Gotta leave 'em in the desert like Clue (like Clue) No this ain't the gram', so stop with the cappin' Wanna get blamin' and that's not a caption See his reaction after I tagged him RIP to him, his name and his status Get hit with the stick, I ain't talkin' Madden I took his bitch, 'cause she love the fashion I got the drip, you see me splashin' My niggas lit, you niggas has-beens I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (ya) When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (ya) And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (ya) If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (woo) Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot Point 'em out, who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Point 'em out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah) Point 'em out Yeah-yeah, gotta keep one in the head, yeah Brodie got one in the head Two make 'em move then it's over he dead, yeah Heard of a stupid ass goofy ass nigga tryna plot and he was my mans, yeah We could've got money together I love you my nigga but now you're a dead man We could've been ballin' together Instead I just put a red dot to his headband I was just duckin' from feds Up in the jet-ski and hittin' the staircase My Cuban link choked on my neck This akhi is tucked, you can't touch but it's heavy My chain like a hockey but you movin' wocky I'm covered in ice like I'm Gretzky I've been trappin', trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (ya) When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (ya) And I can't do these, "Hello, nice to meet you" niggas (ya) If you run up on me he gon' change ya features nigga (woo) Point 'em out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah) Point 'em out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah) Point 'em out, who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Point 'em out, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah) Point 'em out Yeah, yeah, yeah One in the, head-head-head (bap-bap) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah One in the