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election day - shoota lyrics

[intro]
gang, know how i’m rocking, n*gga
aye, aye

[verse]
don’t buy no prada for your b*tch, i got her jordan shoes
i tell the opps no point in ducking, i was born to shoot
do this sh*t so much i got less to get and more to lose
i got her henny while i’m off that 1942 (that henny!)
big checks on a n*gga neck, ‘fore a n*gga die, gotta stack a million
dbd what a n*gga rep, went ot now i’m back to k!ll it
big talk with these n*ggas, but i’m sending big shots like chauncey billups
p*ssy n*gga popping molly’s but i got them mali’s with me like captain phillips
that boy an easy l!ck, he ain’t on none he ain’t squeezing sh*t
don dada, ima take your shordy, if she came with you, i’m who she leaving with
b*tch i’m that n*gga, he a gravedigger, you a p*ssy boy you a lame n*gga
you don’t pop sh*t but them pills, junkie, you gone overdose on them paink!llers
sauce it up like m3, n*gga head tap leave his brain missing
put him in the dirt, tryna sell some merch, put him on a shirt, get his face printed
can’t f*ck with the crew, put a n*gga on the news, now all them n*ggas get to page flipping
love me now ‘fore they all do, ain’t the type of n*gga to be lane switching
rob a n*gga for balenciaga’s, i don’t need them n*gga i need raf simons
and he talking hot on the net, see that n*gga out in public and he act different
i can’t wait to catch that n*gga lacking, shoota gang already got the straps hidden
we be plotting on this n*gga dome, yeah ima split him when this tracks finished
i say what i mean, he end up dead if he play with the team
finna od, n*gga baby a fiend, i shoot a clip like i’m making a scene
when the day come, then it’s redrum, and that n*gga gone pray it’s a dream
n*ggas is scared, say my name and it’s beef, never outside, he don’t stay in these streets
b*tch it’s election day, i’m sending shots like the nba
do me dirty, take his head away, i be screaming free 10k, yeah
my gang still under investigation, send the addy, we come, no hesitation
send the addy, we come to your destination, and we leaving you slumped, n*gga heavens waiting
hollow tips no politics, in the trap house i’m the president, they be searching through a n*gga prints but a n*gga never leave no evidence
hit you and you’ll prolly snitch, that p*ssy sh*t i don’t recommend, so if i hit you, that’s a murder charge and you know big shoota catching it
dbd in the field, might change the name to mlb, n*ggas hit that b*tch one time and they leaving it with stds
gang be k!lling ya, that sound familiar?
i don’t answer questions, tell the police it ain’t no trivia
them n*ggas saying f*ck the police when their song is playing
but then they getting taxed and then they start cooperating
i’m scorching i’m on fire, i’m performing in designer
when them goons say run your sh*t, you an informant with a wire
if we put a rack on you, that’s just a warning n*gga, them n*ggas think i’m k!lling baby, no abortion n*gga
it’s getting gory, b*tch i’m in the house like corey
i’m sorry, b*tch i’m your daddy, don’t believe me go to maury
shoot like robert horry
turn these n*ggas to angels and watch them fly away
we turn these n*ggas to angels and watch them fly away
he feel like youngboy when he scared, won’t go outside today
i got them k!llers on my side like who gone die today?

- shoota lyrics

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