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and stay at my place

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

I don't wanna shoot my shot and miss
Bad lil bitch
I don't wanna shoot my shot

watch all them get flame down
Ion speak on wha I seen ion speak on wha I do
We dont do nun of that internet beef we up our guns and we shoot
You'll think

Yeah, you got me here alone
One on one
  
Yeah
Let's shoot an interview
There's a camera on me
There's a camera on you
It's just us too
Let's shoot

to shoot out of the sky
One night in Saticoy, Farmer Jack sat down to dine
To his surprise, a boom
It made him drop his spoon
He ran down to Montalvo

the only vice 
The shit that Im facing dont want my head high
I move it down into the sucken place 
I need a rope to shoot me up to space 

I need a rope

walk you all through
Trick ‘em, Trick ‘em, Trick ‘em, Trick ‘em
Hit ‘em, Hit ‘em, Hit ‘em, Hit ‘em
Shoot ‘em, Shoot ‘em, Shoot ‘em, Shoot ‘em

(Hook:

I won't die
Shoot that block up
We gon' spark 'sum
If it's smoke, then it's smoke, we gon' get it done
Put this forty to his throat, then we watch him

bussin' through the back door
Shoot a .223 and best believe you getting whacked hoe
Bitches on my top and they can't stop get off my back hoe
Whenever you

get talking sshhhhhhh
Shut the fuck up
Hanging with the strikers so you Know they always cut up
Steady staying with the fucking Shooters so
They shoot

shoot you gone ride
No time to hide in that coupe shoot that fire
I hate the feeling seeing momma cry
I hate the fact these niggas gotta die
I hate

SoS

Olorun iyalaya anybody 
You gon make me fucking have to catch a body woa 
I’d shoot at anybody 
You gotta know a nigga really bout it 

Olorun

hit me
Big Opp
I Know y'all not still jackin dat beef
If I up the glock I won't aim at his feet
Like shoot da hands ima knock out his teeth
No you don't

Shoot at his top hit your bones and esophagus
Bitch I'm top give a fuck what you think
Bitch we move steady on go when it's ready I'll shoot at your

took of the top)
I ride in the Benz' (I ride in the Benz')
We shoot and we drop (we shoot and we drop)
We gon' make you dance (we gon' make you dance)

I'ma point at the opp I ain't even got to shoot
I been smoking on that gas what you got like a toot
Take a trip to Mexico and get back to my roots
Take

nervous for shoot from a 3
The Gang has been repping their flags and the V's
Roaming the block with a duffle of weed
Strapped with a glock that got 30

Fuck these rules
I won't hold back we gone shoot
Relus and Remy mixin up something rude
Fuck yo couch yea
Fuck yo loot
Christian Miller
Got that glue

just go with the flow
You know how it goes
Dem bwoy deh shoot their shot and it goes over the post
Me I shoot my shot I get a goal then I go-
You're

bitch
Nigga thinking he tuff bitch I'll still get you hunted

See that opp nigga right there shoot him with yo stick
He shoot ima shoot back hit that

again, you've gone too far)
Where that hate is coming from
(And don't give a damn, I won't give in)
No embrace, you were wrong
(All over again, you shoot

were blindly feeling our way through the dark

This scar from the wound you left
When you tried to shoot me dead
I still keep your photograph
Along with

ass out
Gotta run to the bag everybody cash out
We could run up fast We could shoot your ass down
Big bags on the line I ain't finna tap out
40 With

I got a woman that wish I was dead
I know some niggas that's shoot cuz they dead
Ian gone stop till them Niggas start spraying
Ian gone stop till I

understand, cah my ting is a hoe
Who's that? Yo bro, swerve on that yute
Peak-a-boo
Wind down the window and rise that broom
Lean and shoot
Man shoot, then