Lyrics:
and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to
You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt
And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot
cocky,
And asked them do they come to this club a lot,
Well ya got a brotha hot,
Hop in my bubble drop,
Can I get a double shot?
Or get wit these
shot patron for free
Your night of ecstasies on me
Come on to VIP
Niggas ain't been givin' no love
Their just tyrna get their cups filled up
With
(baby, baby)
Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake
And better still
Look at my face and see your father
I'm ready to take my turn
Taking the shot that I've earned
Chance is what keeps me rolling
Rolling
you is a night full of shots
With Mick Schultz and Jeremih
Chorus
Now if you gone eat it ima feel you
On up and if you at a party gone throw yo hands
guns in the street is like a Muslim eating pig feet
Fuck them pigs on the street
They all want to off a nigga
And when these rapper's get shot
They
name
You can feel yourself bein' drawn into the flame.
Like drowning in honey
Being beaten with a velvet glove
Shot with a golden bullet
Still you
Brought some bodies for the hearse (Yuh)
He thought I was takin' shots
But that nigga took 'em first (Okay)
'Cause that nigga said he live
But he gettin'
And tell em' I ain't livin'
Till' the late thing finished
I'm loaded, I'm loaded
I'm loaded, I'm loaded
And I'm loaded, I'm loaded fo' shots in
And I'm
pour with the mandem
I send them shots
Back around-round-round-round-round
London goin' down down down down down
Let's have some fun tonight, right
Chillin' off the shots you can show
Me where the bear at
I stare catch ladies say that he a weird cat
Swinging with them you can show
Me where the glare
That getting money fetish
So don't fuck around with the fuck around
And feel shots from this Beretta
We don't play around we'll lay it down
Who shot ya,
with anotha stick
Vontae hungry he just hit anotha lick (glah, glah)
D just shot a nigga 'bout a day ago
They can die any day, so what'chu think I
Rondo here for the convo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cocaine cowboy, Griselda Blanco (yeah, yeah)
Too many shots to his block (bwah)
Fuck him cause he is
And give him fish and say me too daring
If it a the Beretta me blazin'
And if a the Magnum, stun you stay still
Shot inna face a move them eye glass
Shot
it in
We get it in, who getting it?
Take a couple shots then she giving up
Say she got a man I don't give a fuck
Here we go again, again, again
Baby
Similar to Military crash inna Iraq star
Anuh pussy war, shot bwoy wid di Uzi or SLR
Head to di tar, open like cookie Jar
War anuh gyal war a criminal war
That's a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin' y'all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten of
Y'all niggas on shots
We could do it however y'all niggas wan'
better than niggas ahead of us
Ain't leave no evidence you is irrelevant
Shots goin' off in the hood
Niggas steppin' up, you wasn't never there
Thirty
up
Yu frighten, yuh spin like a cycle
Kick off yuh shoes when shot bite yuh
Mi gas you, mi light you
Fry cah yah fish now, nah bite you
Left dem
Pussyhole, you nuh know weh yuh start
Diss Daseca, yuh get a shot inna yuh heart
Mac 11 spark, gun club and car park
When di Heckle talk
Hey no dog
Bus up yuh chess Sa
Nozzle ah the gun alone long like a dressa
Dis mi yuh dead Sa lead inna yuh head Sa
Borderline just get a shot gun weh mek
story
Nobody nuh know weh yuh body bury
Di gully weh yuh big up a yuh cemetery
X2 mi a talk wid gun shot
Mi done chat send bwoy go Dovecot
Mi love dat di
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