Lyrics Who Shot Ya - Grafh, Hopsin

Who Shot Ya

Who shot ya?
Separate —lete my nigga, uh
Hopsin, uh
Who shot ya?
Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot)
Ay Porter, you still on them beats?
Yup (yup)
If you and I contact or we make a plan and shakin' hand with eye contact,
that’s a signed contract
I’m a fly guy but I define combat
I’m a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by (Rep!)
Exotic verse, nigga this for fine wombat
Exotic fools, nigga this is fried Bombcat
I’m a boss, a top five rap
I’m not five for any top five who flatten a top five flat, that’s a loss (Huh)
I’m ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol
The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles
I’ve been to Hell and back, Hell and back, roller coaster cycles
The holy ghost
You know when it supposed to like the poltergeist
I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral
I told ya, I’m goin' value, dumber than a lower IQ
The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle
You show more vital signs of no survival, now you gotta call my rivals
So fuck what you wrote nigga, I wrote the Bible
I put your soul in a open bottle and close the nozzle
My Glock plastic, I don’t recycle
Who shot ya?
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
(Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah
Look, competition’s hasta la vista
Never too enthusiastic to meet ya
Heart’s black as the reaper
Fuck cash, I got a platinum visa
You can find me kickin' back in Ibiza
You couldn’t get on my level, even if you climb a fucking ladder and reach up
Man, I’m too much of a savage, a beast, bruh
Slay offer me a slice and I said, «Fuck that, I want half of the pizza»
I’m married to the game, you damn right I asked for a prenup
I’ve been light years ahead of my class, I’m a leader
Moving at light speed, so fasten your seat up
I unplugged from the Matrix a while ago, so just imagine my freedom
Everyday’s a fucking vacation in my magical kingdom
The industry made you they bitch, you can pass for Madea
But when it comes to me and this game, I’m Sacagawea
You niggas claimin' that you ballin' 'cause he package your reefer
But still livin' on the side, where the grass isn’t greener
I’d be ashamed to stand in your place
How you a boss, but got a man in your face calling the shots and snatching your
pay?
But you still in the club, making it rain like vaginal spray
I’ve seen your pockets, I’m like, «Man, you okay?»
Who shot ya?
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah nigga, who shot ya?
(Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak from the uh-uhu-uh, ah