Shoot Him (Tribute to Pop)

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D-Red Wit Da Red Cap

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Yo, a lot of tough boys out here, tryna flex their this and that 
You really don't know who the f*ck your messing with bro 
I'm from New York bro 
Bacon, egg, and cheese and all of that 
Now let me hear it one time, one time 
Yerrrr, Yerrrr 

Let's shoot him again 
Too much oxygen left in his system 
Left in his system 
Let's shoot him again 
Blow this nigga out of existence 
Out of existence 
Let's shoot him again 
Leave the body in the bag 
Keep the molly in the tag 
Pussy boy don't know what hit him 
Flexing the bread on the gram 
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time 
Let's shoot him again 

Feeling invincible 
Leaving his face rearranged 
All individuals gotta be wary cos my niggas will clip the lane 
50 Times leave them a warning 
Feeling like Pop Smoke I hawk em 
Bitch I'm a wolf 
Shooting at opps 
Who the f*ck gon tell me opposite 
Bitch I'm a bully 
I'm taking your lunch 
Who the f*ck gon flex their requisites 
Who the f*ck gon flex their requisites 
Skizzy man skizzy man skizzy man 
Triple battle champ like a pokemón 
Bitches different types like a pokedex 
Bitches left and right I'm an ambidex 
Stoopid 
Talking funny Ima lose it 
Cupid 
Shooting arrows at your new bitch 
Talk to me nice 
Respect your elders 
F*ck with me thrice 
Respect your elders 
Ya'll niggas big mad 
Cause I'm big facts 
And I'll f*ck on your treesh 
Nigga you smelling like cheese 
Bigots be looking so dumb dumb 
Licking they wounds ya'll be dumb dumb 
F*ck all that healing 
I'm shooting again 
Having ya'll kneeling 
I'm popping again 
Underestaming a pretty singing nigga 
That's your flaw 
That's where u went wrong 
Cause the ladies love me 
Just like I murder their hearts 
I'ma murk, murk these sherms 
F*ck do u think 
Cause the ladies love me 
Just like I murder their hearts 
I'ma shoot shoot, bang grrrr 

Let's shoot him again 
Too much oxygen left in his system 
Left in his system 
Let's shoot him again 
Blow this nigga out of existence 
Out of existence 
Let's shoot him again 
Leave the body in the bag 
Keep the molly in the tag 
Pussy boy don't know what hit him 
Flexing the bread on the gram 
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time 
Let's shoot him again 

Blah blah blah 
Yatty yatty yah 
Corny niggas sound like 
Praying to jesus 
Bitch you my son 
You ain't getting out of this 
Disrespect me again no funny you never getting out of this 
And that's no cap 
Werd to my timbs 
All ya'll lacking 
Compared to my team 
Homie what's cracking 
Why you a bitch 
The ahk don't love you 
Not part of the streets 
Tryna decide who to kill in this rodeo 
But these pigs all on my back 
Got my name circled down, I'm Davio 
Bout to cook bacon out these wacks 
Vamos hacer pernil, cuchifrito 
With the pussies calling bluffs on my threats 
Cause I'm ready for the swinging 
I'm ready for the stunting 
I'm ready for the drilling 
I'm ready for the thugging 
Brodie 
I'm with the antics 
I'm with the smoke 
And I'm all for the tactics 

Let's shoot him again 
Too much oxygen left in his system 
Left in his system 
Let's shoot him again 
Blow this nigga out of existence 
Out of existence 
Let's shoot him again 
Leave the body in the bag 
Keep the molly in the tag 
Pussy boy don't know what hit him 
Flexin the bread on the gram 
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time 
Let's shoot him again

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