Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoota, artist - Playboi Carti. Album song Die Lit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AWGE, Interscope
Song language: English
Shoota |
| Yeah |
| Now |
| Now is my time |
| Now is my time |
| (That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) |
| Everybody rock with me because I’m up now |
| Took your girl and I’ma score like I made the touchdown |
| Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now |
| Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bustdown |
| Pull up and I’m flooded with a iced out watch |
| Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop |
| Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop |
| Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot |
| Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot |
| Suicide, 1600, that’s the block |
| Hit your girl, that’s check-free |
| She ain’t used to text me |
| Now she wanna caress me |
| She keep tryna neck me |
| I gotta tell my bestie |
| Someone call my bestie |
| Think I found my bestie |
| Link up, make a check bleed |
| You know that I’m smokin' dope, I’ll be high 'til next week |
| Know I had to let her go 'cause she can’t arrest me |
| Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? |
| Huh, uh |
| Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh |
| I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah |
| Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh |
| Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let’s choose, ooh |
| We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh |
| We gon' take these boys back to school, uh |
| Money on the floor just like some shoes |
| Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah |
| I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah |
| I’ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah |
| And I love my goons, yeah |
| And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) |
| And I love my loot (What?), yeah |
| Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?) |
| Don’t talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude |
| Don’t talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude |
| Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? |
| Huh, uh |
| Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh |
| I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah |
| Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh |
| Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let’s choose, ooh |
| We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh |
| We gon' take these boys back to school, uh |
| Money on the floor just like some shoes |