Shoot It Off

Lyrics
[Chorus] These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk? That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you didn't saw My lawyer pay whenever them cases do get fought He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed Bitch, we can shoot it off [Verse] He ain't get a chance to duck, he'd still be alive if his head was up Don't cross that line, playing on our side, 'cause that shit dead with us Opps just put on acts like they ain't scared of us Left with his pants down, we said, "Don't lack, that's what they embarrassed for" My J got our stand stuck Bugs Bunny, my carats up Somewhere fucking a pair of sluts Make them lil' hoes share a nut Lil' bro left shit aired from cuts Show no sympathy, let him get spared, for what? Think my heart might need a repair, it's numb 'cause I can't care enough Check his temperature for all that woofin' Lay back, we give out whoopings We got buttons, for real, please don't push it Quick to leave scalps cookin' They ain't never gave shit to me, I took it I used to dream, they insecurities made me think I shouldn't Hard to escape 'cause they at the bottom, pullin' Duckin' cases, tryna dodge bullets I kept spending time in county bookings Then I made it, don't know why they thought he wouldn't You can't change how God put it Like the Warriors, that's how my squad lookin' Gang [Chorus] These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk? That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you didn't saw My lawyer pay whenever them cases do get fought He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed Bitch, we can shoot it off
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- Polo G