
Date of issue: 15.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shot Down |
We was jus two birds tryna fly like ratchets/ |
Dead a cute couple all we needed was caskets/ |
Use ta keep it jumping like a toddler mattress/ |
Till them bird brain ducks u fucc wit start yapping/ |
Like please don’t like, em He’s no item/ |
Yea I screwed up but nah I ain’t like them/ |
Yea i dipped in it but nah I ain’t like them/ |
Can’t have u on god i won’t wife them/ |
Learn from mistakes, then try to right em/ |
But u not perfect, this ain’t one sided/ |
Here i go being a ass again |
U need a aspirin / |
Ta deal wit all my shyt/ |
Fake news, real lies, and all my chicks/ |
I ain’t mean ta hurt u tho, i was jus lit/ |
Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/ |
Cuz dead ass, u my bytch, on sum real shyt/ |
Hook x2 |
Shoota shoota done shot me down/ |
Please tell me what im gon do now/ |
Yea shorty let that thing go pop/ |
So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/ |
Verse-Luck |
I think about u sometimes at night/ |
I met the right girl at the wrong time in life/ |
Im on my own now, had ta say twos to a real one/ |
But late nights with Mary and Henny make me feel numb/ |
Got a couple joints around but I don’t feel them/ |
Cuz they ain’t put in work like you, when the bills come/ |
Radio on just tryna relax |
It got me…/ |
Missin a ex… |
Like a relapse and i be…/ |
On my grind |
To keep my mind/ |
Off ya shine |
And thats no lie/ |
U on ya glow up |
Too bad we took separate paths i had ta grow up/ |
You needed me in the past and i ain’t show up/ |
But thats all changed like a broken bill/ |
And i pray that ya heart not broken still/ |
Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/ |
Cuz dead ass, you my bytch, on sum real shyt/ |
Bridge-Rosinhim |
I don’t wanna be a playa no mo |
But damn bytch that’s my shyt/ |
Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick |
She gone with jus a flick of the wist |
And you won’t be missed (like yea…)/ |
I don’t wanna be a playa no mo |
(Im not a playa i jus fucc a a lot)/ |
Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick |
She gone with jus a flick of the wist |
And you won’t be missed (like yea)/ |
Verse- Pdot xcabar |
No doubt about it she a bad bytch/ |
And we both gettin money she make me feel like im rich/ |
She gon ride thru the struggle |
Yea she ain’t never gone switch/ |
Now i wanna come back home |
Be like lilo and stitch/ |
But no matter what we go thru |
Ima fix it like a puzzle/ |
Even if i gotta hold you |
And tell you how much i love you/ (Huh) |
Baby im jus tryna hustle |
And pursue my dreams/ |
I kno shyt ain’t really what it seems |
Just believe in me please/ |
Hook x2 |
Shoota shoota done shot me down/ |
Please tell me what im gon do now/ |
Yea shorty let that thing go pop/ |
So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/ |
Outro- Roseinhim |
I got the bag/ |
I got the bread in the bag/ |
I got the broad in da bag/ |
That in the bag / |
Got all da bucks n da bag/ |
Hop out the trap on a track/ |
Rap on the track ryte now |
Little bootie on deck |
Im fuccin yo joint/ |
Got eleven thirty minutes |
Till the flight leave The morning |
And got danm shorty im drunk/ |
(Laughs) just fuccin with it, Alright stop it |