Point Em Out - Phresher, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Ayy, … know what time it is

Look, ayy

Hah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah, ayy (Shoot), lil' nigga

I’ve been trappin' trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (Yah)

When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah)

And I can’t do these «Hello, nice to meet you» niggas (Yah)

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

He ain’t ever ball, like he was on a bench

I was shootin' them tree’s like Dwayne (Dwayne)

Trap phone job like who?-who?

His phone off, can’t relay (Yah)

Plug just got like every day

So fine, just point I shoot-shoot

Leave these niggas on mute

Money gon' talk like uh-uh

Got married to the money, I do (I do)

Got a lil' baby that’s cute (Cute)

Better die before 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

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 trapped him

RIP to him, his name ain’t a 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 (Yah)

When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah)

And I can’t do these «Hello, nice to meet you» niggas (Yah)

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

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 jetski 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 Gretsky

I’ve been trappin' trappin' since I had a beeper nigga (Yah)

When I was ballin' you was sittin' in the bleachers nigga (Yah)

And I can’t do these «Hello, nice to meet you» niggas (Yah)

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah

One in the, head-head-head (Pa-pow)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

One in the