Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shootem Up Bang, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song State of the Art, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, MPA Bandcamp
Song language: English
Shootem Up Bang |
Longway, Longway |
Guillotine, what it do, nigga? |
Fuck nigga shit |
In Tune, what it do, nigga? |
Longway Longway, bitch |
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded |
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty |
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Dark black Cartiers like I’m Johnny Cage (Longway Johnny Cage) |
Thuggin' in the mosh-pit, all we do is rage |
Chopper got some dumb kick, spray 'em like some Raid |
Pocket look like phonebook, blue, yellow page |
Diamonds look like lasers when I’m jumpin' on the stage (HD) |
I was super faded when I interviewed with Fader (Hella geeked) |
Got some lightning babies, all they need is jumper cables |
Trap nominated, I was sellin' bales of sage (Trap, trap) |
Lookin' to my right, I see a clique full of fugazi (Fufu ass niggas) |
Rock pasta, I sell a brick in Palm Angels |
Top shotta, Wayne Wayne |
Know some thirsty niggas, they go gremlin for your chain |
When we bite, bitch, we put venom in your vein |
I got homies in the chain gang, say sinnin' ain’t a thing |
Once you spin it one time, better spin it once again |
Got the Glock-45 with the fifty on the end |
In the '63 coupe with the stick inside the Benz |
That’s a hundred more shots, call forensic in this bitch |
When it’s fresh up out the doc, them bricks like dentals in this bitch |
I been known my face good, I use credentials on the shit |
I’m a trapper turned rapper and I used to hit licks |
When I’m goin' for the sack, I’ma use the hit stick |
When I’m thuggin' with the MAC, I trick-or-treat like Bushwick |
I make slaps just like I’m Fabo, wake up on that bullshit |
Longway, bitch |
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded |
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty |
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
All I do is gangbang, bloods 'round me |
Nigga play with slime, leave him bloody in the street |
I don’t do that talkin' when it come to the beef |
You know I’m from the East Side, I’m so PDE |
I pull up on them niggas, catch 'em on the front street |
Catch your ass while you eatin', then I shoot through your teeth |
I ain’t with that talkin', need to hush your mouth |
Have them gangsters pull up, shoot your mama house up |
Y’all niggas talkin', y’all be doin' a lot of that |
Doin' a lot of that, I know y’all niggas really rats |
Pull up in the 'Cat, you know a cat gon' eat a rat (Yeah) |
All that snitchin' shit, you know we puttin' an end to that (You know that) |
That tough shit, you know we get rid of that |
You were real gangster like a minute ago |
Pulled up on you, you ain’t gangster no more |
Now you wanna be friendly, but we shootin' at your door, huh |
Anyway, that the end of that |
Pull up where them niggas at, they don’t want none of that |
All that kickback shit, we shootin' up all of that |
They must ain’t told you, man, you beefin' with a grown man |
I don’t play, dawg, shit get real |
Call of Duty guns when I’m in the field |
And I paid niggas, pull up just to kill |
Hah, ayy, I got money nigga (I got it) |
Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded |
Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty |
Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |
Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain |
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |