Shoot Outs Out The Lamb

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't know, man, you know? Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid, high as fuck Do not pull up on the side of me, don't run up on me when I'm in public, nigga [Chorus] I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you Could be a lie, it could be true We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah Say I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you, yeah Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah [Verse 1] Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home rеgardless I don't want my bitch around this shit, but she with me rеgardless I ain't got no conscience, bitch with me, she topless She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain't see nada, nigga Please don't be a menace, boy, do we have a problem? When that Draco hit, that bitch sound like a rocket launcher I got all these watches, but I still can't find an hour To have a conversation if it ain't about no dollars, nigga [Chorus] I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you Could be a lie, it could be true We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah Say I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you, yeah Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah [Verse 2] I do this for the family I ain't got all the answers, but I'ma make it happen Trapped in small towns, never thought we'd make it rappin' Paid twenty-two for 'em, you can give me twenty-seven This my life for real What you paid for your chain? That ain't my son diaper bill I'm rich in real life, soon as I get off the site She gon' fuck me and put me to sleep when she get off of work I'ma pay her rent up for two months and ain't gon' call no more I swear you can call me anything, but you can't call me broke I don't fuck with niggas, please don't call me twin or call me bro I got Dracos on the Sprinter when I pull off from the show And we gon' blow it out this bitch to make it home 'cause I don't know, yeah [Chorus] I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you Could be a lie, it could be true We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah Say I don't know what to do It could be me, it could be you, yeah Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah