Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot, artist - Fredo Bang. Album song Big Ape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bang Biz
Song language: English
Shoot |
| This that shit that got the block scared |
| This the reason why your pops dead |
| I might pull up in a drop-head |
| Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red |
| Uh, yeah, bitch, I’m a dawg, call me Blues Clues |
| Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth |
| He say that he a killer, nigga, me too |
| Fuck homicide, we don’t leave clues |
| I might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga |
| I’m on the phone with Boulevard, free a real nigga |
| Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven |
| I got niggas crashin' out to kill you, 9/11 |
| What you gon' do when karma come around? |
| Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out |
| What you gon' do when karma come around? |
| Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out |
| I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| (What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger |
| Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers |
| He got a bag on his head, that’s like five figures |
| When it’s beef, nobody safe, even rich niggas |
| They like to internet beef, please don’t bring it my way |
| Niggas sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake |
| I’m a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Donway |
| I went to church but still’ll take your soul on a Sunday |
| What you gon' do when karma come around? |
| Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out |
| What you gon' do when karma come around? |
| Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out |
| I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| (What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot, I’ma shoot |
| This that shit that got the block scared |
| This the reason why your pops dead |
| I might pull up in a drop-head |
| Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah |