Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shots , by - Morrisson. Release date: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shots |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| M1OnTheBeat |
| My ex and some friends weren’t moving correct so I cut them off |
| A lot of you don’t like me and I don’t like you so there’s no love lost |
| It’s use and get used out 'ere, and me I get used 'cause I’m useful |
| You get used less 'cause you’re useless, it’s an ugly game, but it’s beautiful |
| Boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (Yea') |
| Girl, if you’ve got no arse then you better go gym and do some squats |
| Small batty girl in my DM, that’s an instant decline every 'ting lock 'arff |
| Run up on me and my section, instant gunshot; |
| every 'ting lock 'arff |
| Jugging and trapping |
| Money’s all long, it’s looking all lanky |
| I’m in the weed house, every 'ting looking all Cali |
| My mum couldn’t stand me (Why?) |
| Just 'cause I look like my daddy |
| Mad, we spend P’s then we make that back |
| Deals' on his way to a move and I hope that he makes it back |
| We get drops on crops, then we lick them and take them down |
| I’m in the weed house with more lights than Paddy McGuinness in Take Me Out |
| You ain’t on nuttin' but you speak the most |
| We were the little white boys with guns, you can’t tell me I ain’t been on smoke |
| I really made a million in that trap, you can’t tell me I ain’t been on road |
| Nowadays it’s lobster and steak but I grew up on beans and toast |
| Trap phone popping off: «What's good? |
| What you telling me?» |
| I’m in a trap full of boxes, I got this shit looking like a cemetery |
| Man send for me, man keep banging on my name |
| But I just cut a crop and hung that shit from the roof like Saddam Hussein |
| I do this again, and again, and again |
| Again, and again, and again |
| Got this shit running like clockwork |
| Big Wap on deck; |
| that’s a Mossberg |
| Got a trap house in Tottenham, filled up with Harry and Kane like Hotspur |
| Had a fucked up life but I don’t complain 'cause it could have been a lot worse |
| I played with fire and I got burnt |
| I went jail 'cause I shoot and I shot birds |
| Man take kindness for weakness but it’s nuttin' personal, that’s how the block |
| works |
| I been trapping all week in this rental (That's right) |
| No sleep, I been living on Red Bull (That's right) |
| It’s a 6 do 3 if I get pulled (Mad, mad, mad, mad) |
| My ex and some friends weren’t moving correct so I cut them off |
| A lot of you don’t like me and I don’t like you so there’s no love lost |
| It’s use and get used out 'ere, and me I get used 'cause I’m useful |
| You get used less 'cause you’re useless, it’s an ugly game, but it’s beautiful |
| Boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (Yea') |
| Girl, if you’ve got no arse then you better go gym and do some squats |
| Small batty girl in my DM, that’s an instant decline every 'ting lock 'arff |
| Run up on me and my section, instant gunshot; |
| every 'ting lock 'arff |
| Pull crop, after crop, after crop (Hmm-mm) |
| Sell box, after box, after box (After box) |
| But things don’t always go well, so I’ve had loss, after loss, after loss |
| (After loss) |
| I went from robber to shotter to boss |
| Now my money’s long like a runway |
| My weed line always pops off |
| Licks more shots than a gun range |
| Luke’s a businessman, he wear shirts (Luke) |
| But violate him, you see gunplay |
| Abdi’s my bro from young days |
| For him I’ll put your name on the front page |
| When I first see a wap, I got lovestruck |
| My black mates love all that gun stuff |
| My white mates love having punch-ups |
| They sniff coke and beat their own mums up |
| I’m in the trap with a TT white girl |
| Yeah, she moves all light skin & that |
| I’m just using her house to grow weed |
| I ain’t even piping her down |
| And I know I got too much to lose, but I still ride for my pals |
| My big stack looking all hefty |
| But I still bust Nines like Jamel |
| And I still put lines on my scales |
| Still move bricks flavours |
| Still labelled scum by my neighbours |
| But my young bucks still call me the saviour |
| We man ain’t done favours |
| You can all thank me later (That's right) |
| Certain man punch up their girlfriend |
| But don’t do shit when they buck their paigons |
| My ex and some friends weren’t moving correct so I cut them off |
| A lot of you don’t like me and I don’t like you so there’s no love lost |
| It’s use and get used out 'ere, and me I get used 'cause I’m useful |
| You get used less 'cause you’re useless, it’s an ugly game, but it’s beautiful |
| Boy, if you ain’t go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (Yea') |
| Girl, if you’ve got no arse then you better go gym and do some squats |
| Small batty girl in my DM, that’s an instant decline every 'ting lock 'arff |
| Run up on me and my section, instant gunshot; |
| every 'ting lock 'arff |