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battlefield - shoota lyrics

[intro]
hollow tips no politics f*ck n*gga
gang
i done lost some real n*ggas in the battlefield
gang, this for all the fallen soldiers (it’s shoota)
dbd4l

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m cooking up so foul n*ggas calling techs
we catching bodies we don’t hit em with no body checks
where i’m from they dropping bodies and n0body checks
you can’t make it out the trenches without common sense
how you make it out the cell? that n*gga talk to feds
i’m just tryna get a check and give my momma bread
n*ggas say they in the field but that sh*t all pretend
if a p*ssy drop a diss that n*gga dropping dead
and bro been fighting with some demons but he heaven sent
and i been dropping n*ggas off and saying self defense
and i been shouting out my block and what i represent
and i been sending off some shots cause we ain’t sending texts
my bro ain’t facing time they gave him house arrest
think i work at subway cause we never running outta bread
they like shoota give me a chance, gave him a count from ten
they thought my n*ggas wiped they crew, they started counting heads
bout a check, b*tch we bout a check, we ain’t counterfeit
graveyard shift, bodies dropping when the hour hit
acting disrespectful, you get buried where the flowers is
you been talking sh*t online then block me, that’s some coward sh*t
i turned my back on him they thought that i was tripping
but that boy wasn’t my homie the second he started snitching
seen that n*gga on the stand, now i can’t stand that n*gga
catch that p*ssy at the addy spazzy canned that n*gga, yeah
and you said you don’t like them n*ggas, you act like them n*ggas
but i’m the type to pull up blasting, i don’t type to n*ggas
i used to make my momma cry but now she h*lla proud
my choppa post malone, these opps must think they better now
rocking all white, but i beat a n*gga black and blue
b*tch i’m bob the builder in the streets i always pack a tool
you think i can’t get you wiped off? i put some bands on you
you think i can’t make you famous? choppa call the camera crew
[hook]
my n*ggas run the block like it’s track and field
i ain’t no wizard but i’m shooting like i’m bradley beal
you gave that b*tch the world, i hit and bought a happy meal
i done lost some real n*ggas in the battlefield
(r.i.p my homies, yah i got them feds on me)
i done lost some real n*ggas in the battlefield
(r.i.p my homies, yah i got them feds on me)
i done lost some real n*ggas, real n*ggas

[verse 2]
i done lost some real n*ggas, i done lost some gang n*ggas
gotta pour out all my drank just for the ones that ain’t with us
got a sniper on the roof, hit you off a paink!ller
get the dough and i don’t ever fold, i’m the same n*gga, yeah
these b*tches swear they love you but they capping though
tryna pull up on my family, i go savage mode
and ask the opps, i ain’t stopping till your casket closed
came from the backstreets, we ain’t going back to broke, yeah
feds tape the scene, we still making green
tryna play with me, you just make believe
ain’t no making peace, ain’t no maybelline
ima trade the team, my n*ggas play for keeps
going hard for the cheddar we ain’t gentle
f*ck the law until they let my dogs up out the kennel
k!llers riding with me they in the back of the rental
she came with her sister n*gga that’s kylie and kendall
sk wipe a n*gga stats, check the scoreboard
8 n*ggas deep but we sliding in a four door
they know my name around the city, b*tch i get around
that n*gga dissed the gang, you know his ass was never found
i might have to disappear like makaveli (2pac)
locked up in them cages writing verses with my celly
young n*gga got murder on my mind like i was melly
we ain’t come to play no games my young n*ggas ain’t friendly, no no
[outro]
my n*ggas really do this sh*t for real, n*gga
dbd on top never lacking always coming with that heat, p*ssy
holy ghost
it’s shoota
hollow tips no politics, that’s how the f*ck i’m coming, n*gga
gang
only god can judge me

- shoota lyrics

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