SHOOTA

Lyrics

(Intro) *Police sirens wailing* Aye, PlayThatBoiZay, yuh (Verse 1) I rock Jordans, Nikes [?] with my sauce up Always got my watch up Trippin', what are you on? Pimpin' with my new jawn Pull up, turn yo' bitch up You know how you [?] Your music come on [?] Higher, ganja, flyer than a dead man Leanin' like a kickstand Totin' Smith & Wesson Eatin', I ain't stressin' Flexin' and finessin' [?] dead man Hundred on my left hand (Chorus) Bitch, I'm juggin' shit like Sly Cooper, trooper How I'm feelin' with this big Ruger, shooter Boy, you actin' like a whole blooper, loser I can't save these hoes, I'm not super, [?] Bitch, I'm juggin' shit like Sly Cooper, trooper How I'm feelin' with this big Ruger, shooter Boy, you actin' like a wholе blooper, loser I can't save thеse hoes, I'm not super, [?] (Bridge) [?] There go 12, aye bruh We need a backup, bro, pull up A'ight, I got you right Slatt! Bitch, aye, yuh, aye, yuh (Verse 2) Wait, yuh, bag that Yeah, I gotta sell that Sippin', you can't smell that [?] where the stash at Flipped them like the acrobats One hustlin' ass Democrat Prepare for the combat Try me, I'm gon' [?] Finer, fly shit, yeah, you know I got it Hundreds in my pocket Designer on my wallet I like it then I cop it I'm loyal, I'm too solid Drippin' like a faucet TK in my closet Fuck you, fuck you, I only wanna fuck you Won't kiss you, I can't hug you Please, don't get too comfortable After I bust, I'm leavin' you I'm married to them Benjis Good pussy be my enemies Feelin' good like remedies Off a perc and you know my n*ggas all buzzin' like some bumblebees Move weight, call me Hercules She want me 'cause she smell the [?] Higher than most balconies Anything that I touch gold, alchemies Fuck anybody who's doubtin' me Nowadays nobody proud of me Workin' like a faculty I fuck with you if you ever smoked loud with me Cooler than my diamonds She listenin' to me like [?] My new bitch enjoy violence [?] She open wide, I'm divin' in She say she like the way young n*gga run it up, run it up Get that shit by any means Run it up, run it up Money blue, can't fuck with greens Run it up, run it up On my shit, I'm a money fiend Run it up, run it up (Slatt!) (Chorus) Bitch, I'm juggin' shit like Sly Cooper, trooper How I'm feelin' with this big Ruger, shooter Boy, you actin' like a whole blooper, loser I can't save these hoes, I'm not super, [?] (Outro) Sly Cooper, trooper How I'm feelin' with this big Ruger, shooter Boy, you actin' like a whole blooper, loser I can't save these hoes, I'm-