Shotgun Symphony

Lyrics

[Intro: Suspect] Yeah, yeah! [Verse 1: Suspect] Get hit by the sound of the clip Laid out on the strip if you fuck with our clique Underworld roll thick, have you laid in a ditch Pack of wolves roll up, rip your bones from the skin Wipe the blood from the grin, shotguns going off Dunn, you ain't poppin' off, your whole team lookin' soft We veterans, you has-been, we blastin', you catchin' We eatin', you hungry, you starve, and you fastin' Lyrical assassin spit, I just let it bust No signs of the snare until you get touched Status in the cut watchin' over the studio Been buckin' on a beat, it's not what you know, it's who you know Lay it at you funeral, the hook comin' crucial Blast like a pistol, got shells by the fistful Shotgun on the set, pop it off, let the hеat show Bustin' with the team, Reel Wolf let thе clip go [Chorus: Rite Hook] Guns up in the air with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony! Guns up in the air with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony! [Verse 2: Seen B] Got locked in jail 'cause I refused to back down Ten years later, on the streets, I'm back now Ain't rolling with a shank, Imma let the gat sound I'm here to take bank, if not, y'all get clapped now I'm here to pull rank and take back what's mine Get the shit that I've earned from this life of crime Even if I were to get back the time I would still be on the streets with The Pack and nines Try to fuck with me, it's Seen B and I'm Gonna blast a shotgun bullet through your spine Pussy with a popgun, pull it and you'll find that my bigger gun that is built better By design's gonna put holes in your sweater, take your cheddar and your shine Ain't nobody better than me ever in my mind Bring on the competitors, this predator is signed To the Wolfpack and we will attack every time [Chorus: Rite Hook] Guns up in the air now with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony! Guns up in the air now with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony! [Verse 3: Adlib] They said "More money, more problems" but I don't think that's real (No) This money's my problem, I need more for these bills (Alright) Independent, no deal, grinding for my mill While these imbeciles get they pockets filled And fantasy kills, talk all grimy Scribble some fiction, they follow you blindly That gun talk cool when you're in the lab safe But characters change when there's one in your face Ever been to a wake? Hug your homies momma? Nah, you in the booth and you buck your llama Swear you love drama but never seen any Over here there's plenty, I don't think y'all ready If Remy's come out, ain't no runnin' your mouth When they run in your house, put your brains on your couch Right in front of your spouse, grab your cash and ounce, hit the gas and bounce It's a wrap, not rap [Chorus: Rite Hook] Guns up in the air now with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony! Guns up in the air now with me Pop it off, yeah! This be the soundtrack to kill to Listen, nothing quite like it, the shotgun symphony!