Lyrics:
you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is only for
Shots fired
Intentions are known
Respect ain't given
It's something you earn
Kid walkin round
Pissed off at the world
Shootin off at the mouth
For
to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child
But now I glow at night
I keep a Omelly by my
Side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the
Field
That boy not a shooter for real
I got niggas who still posted up in the trap and they prolly gone lose it for real
And that's prolly where I'mma be
(Yuurrrr)
My people just a dyin breed
Vulnerable like animals
Trapped and beaten by the greed
Pick em off like coyotes
They shootin all my kings
gone fold under pressure
You niggas be livin to die by the weapon
It's live on this side and this shit ain't no question
Thought he was sick way these
shootin my shot before i carried the 9mm
Shawty fine like a tic on dash need her to feel my meter
Bottle shaped body like i need a sip by liter
Pop yo top
In these streets you can't play, nigga
You can't play victim
Ride with it, yeah, stick with me
And it's spinning niggas
Pokerface, yeah, by
shootin my shot before i carried the 9mm
Shawty fine like a tic on dash need her to feel my meter
Bottle shaped body like i need a sip by liter
Pop yo top
You were sittin' alone by the jukebox
I was dancing sippin' whiskey on the rocks
Your tight fitting' jeans did something to me
I put in a quarter
Walk up in the party like i'm steppin, let me take it in
Bitch gone check my wallet countin hunnids, chicken duffled in
Rearrange the tek, then I
when my rent is in the mattress
But be at the course if I have to use patience
I'm shootin' a premature dream in the napkin
Battlin' the evils in
done pissed off my crew
What y'all gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in
I’m shootin like I’m Steph
I’m limpin like my granny
She put me on the shelf
Gone drink up that creamer
Put them backwoods to the left
Got our
of a couple fifties
Trappin at da sto by da blue flame u can catch me in da city
East lake wit my nigga quint, young shooter he gone keep a stick
Bet a hunnid
settin' in
Gone and dang done it again
Pack of Reds by the bed
And we don't even smoke
Dang if we didn't get drunk last night
What was so wrong, we
but his bro, my homie got him
We entered they trap, and my boy you know how we coming
By the time that my gang gone bitch they ain’t gonna have nothing
Stupid face Jamie's Place
Blowing it up to outer space
Did I mention drive-by Benson's
Shootin it up from all directions
Awe shit stop by Schneider's
&' he don't owe us a day
He a war baby, all he know is bootin' up All he know is shootin' up
He a war baby, he wake up suiting up He tryna get a body
and watch me do it as I keep improving
For the stars I'm shootin' oh you puttin' on a show huh
If you gone shoot the ball shoot the ball gone shoot swish
If I
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die
ride, my glock on my lap (my lap)
When I'm shootin' my shot, you know I don't crap (crap)
Don't fuck with these niggas, I hate all the cap (huh?)
I
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