Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Shot Ya, artist - GrafhDate of issue: 05.03.2020
Song language: English
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 |