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shoot niggas (ft. shawtyhitt) - shootashellz lyrics

[shootash*llz]

all these n*ggas that i’m with wanna shoot n*ggas
if they was rich they’d still wanna shoot n*ggas
we gon’ train him if he wanna be a new n*gga
and we hang him if he wanna be a fu n*gga
hit the 9 then we slide on them deuce n*ggas
they rockin’ witchu’ so we slide in ’em moose n*ggas
thats anotha’ man down bro copy that, one shordy left 20 opps in a body bag!
im talking about coming back to back to back (skrt!) to back to back to back with black on black
get clapped then clapped then clapped then clapped then whacked!
got sh*t’s with sticks, got tec’s, and mop’s, and mac’s (30!)
and i’ll give a n*gga back to back to back
and i’m willin’ to go rap from rap from rap
to track, to track, to track, to track, to track
with facts, with facts, with facts, with facts, to facts!

you a opp then and do em’ like famenem
and alotta’ other n*ggas can’t name him
catch a n*gga on exchange and we change him
and broski blowin’ at em’ even if it ain’t em’
still winnin’ can’t say we ain’t lost none
but me and long got body like a coffin
i got a n*gga on the band who just caught one
turn it down we dont do that sh*t often
t, let a n*gga know that it’s me
show a n*gga what’s its gon’ be
i ain’t’ even tryna creep
heard n*ggas thought that i was sweet
till’ a n*gga went on that spree
on they off that deep
let a n*gga outta’ his jeep
im’a let a n*gga know that’s its me
i’ll make a n*gga freeze
have a n*gga beggin like please, i ain’t with em’ i’m just tryna buy some weed, on me!

we a slide ot for the opps
n*ggas k!llin’ sh*t for free if they opps
we ain’t lettin’ n*ggas breathe on the block
n*ggas can’t serve a pea on the block!
we a slide ot for the opps
n*ggas k!llin’ sh*t for free if they opps
we ain’t lettin’ n*ggas breathe on the block
n*ggas can’t serve a pea on the block!

[shawtyhitt]

fresh o, man i’m thinkin’ bout the body count
sh*lls will slide up on a opp i pray them p*ssies out
tell the junkie that was me that was me who tried to take you out
p*ssy n*gga trip and fall into the safest route
black mobb and the king who i do it for
ain’t’ a thing to let it ring at the corner store
run up on em’ but the kick will knock his face off
bullets flying through your home its like a nerf ball
seen a juvy in the county
and he hold up, hold up
talkin’ bout’ you with it but you froze up
caught a kobe on the 9 now he soul’d up
simo lackin’ on the 5, got soul touched
and ain’t’ not lackin i dont even trust the mailman
heard he holdin at his door like the mailman
and i will never cross my brodies for them deadmes
put some benji’s on his head now he’s a deadman
streets n*gga everyday i’m tryna stack it up
you thinking bottles, and how you can get your follows up
r.i.p to von i know the smoke will rest him up
him and skoob drippin’ off the lean, probably turnin’ up
i remember bein broke and i ain’t had sh*t
now horses stay with shordy head likes he a maverick
vip im getting head from this bad b*tch
shawty why you ? and you my savage
old friends turned snakes, but it be cool tho’
send my dog to the vet like he was cooljio
free my brodie rondo, and free lil buddha out
halloween make a scene with all my demons out
posted up, you best believe i got the toolie tucked
but you can prolly see the stick, so ain’t no foolin ya
im shawtyhitt come over east, and it’s a murda scene
im cool in every hood but casket ? so i keep the thing

(gang!, echo)

- shootashellz lyrics

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