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no chaser - shoota lyrics

[intro]
hollow tips, no politics
it’s shoota!
hollow tips no politics f*ck n*gga we gone up the score on these motherf*cking opps
gang, no chaser, n*gga

[verse 1]
red bottom when we stepping out, louboutin, louboutin, louboutin, ay
leaving n*ggas on the stretcher now, call up the gang let the shootas in, ay
toolie waistline, f*ck a facetime
let my brothers out them cages and it’s playtime
r.i.p pop n*gga woo back, dbd on the wave like a durag
tryna buck at my n*ggas we shoot back, see me pull up all black like who’s that
send your crew a message like a group chat, tell your b*tch f*ck it where the nudes at
i got them straps like boot camp, n*gga playing with me he a newscast
think he gang where his crew at, if you come on that l!ck better shoot that
i be speaking the facts i don’t do cap, and your b*tch ain’t a meal she a food stamp
and he talking sh*t on the internet, that’s the type of sh*t to get your crew taxed
your b*tch in my way gotta move back, you n*ggas ain’t gang gotta prove that
propane, all we smoke is the gas, got no names when i put on that mask
whole gang, pulling up with them straps, in my own lane on that henny i’m yakked
rotate, put your bro in a pack, n*gga okay put the flame on the map
n*gga okay, gucci snake on the bag, when we locate, all the opps it’s a wrap, gang

[hook]
body bag wet your block lil n*gga, lips closed i won’t talk lil n*gga
run the city i don’t walk lil n*gga, dbd get you cropped like a picture
ain’t no chaser when we off of the liquor, run up on me put an opp in a swisher
running trains on your thot and dismiss her, you can’t ever get the drop on my n*ggas
we never stress, murk that, your b*tch on my line, curve that
i be stacking that guap, earned that, put an opp in a blunt, burn that
ain’t no chaser when we off of the liquor, run up on me put an opp in a swisher
running trains on your thot and dismiss her, you can’t ever get the drop on my n*ggas
[verse 2 * mainciaga]
it’s nighttime with them n*ggas in dover, like he sosa, bro just hate being sober
gone give her strokes, choke her out like i’m homer, like blocboy, tryna ride in a rover
turn a l to a dub, call a n*gga flight, bro keep running inside just know he don’t fight
no kid cudi but we scheming day and night, choppa sing, taio cruz, let it dynamite
let me know, shoota give him free smoke, all my guys on go
sdot post on the block till he gets the dough, bro stay doing the dash call him swervo
bro 14 with a benz, that was trapo, only day ones in circle like draco
cutting up on the beat like i’m lud foe, confidential like zbo still clap 4
turn myself to a demon like ben 10, say they real stop that stuff they pretend
always fold like some paper they just bend, like lil top family not close, don’t need friends
free nk out the cell, need my dog back, free up reg out the cell, need my dog back
project baby, no cap like i’m kodak, all that flexing is gone get your sh*t sn*tched

[outro]
shoota and mc, all a n*gga wanted was the benji’s
and we on the block like embiid, pull up loaded we leaving it empty
type to murder your friends like i’m melly, and my n*ggas be snapping don’t send streaks
no chaser when i’m on that henny, and i sauce it up like i’m m3

- shoota lyrics

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