| Earn your stats all off them bodies, let this murder game begin
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| Hang with the opps 'til you die over there, can’t flip back on this side (Can't
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| come back over here)
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| Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on Live
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| Only got shot at on the internet, real life, them pussies hidin' (Hidin')
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| Finna shootout with some real gangsters, tilt my hat, still wish they die
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| (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
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| And this a gold piece on that glee, ain’t no runnin', you see this fire (Blrrrd,
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| Big Blrrrd)
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| Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some shit you can’t describe (Shit
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| you can’t describe)
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| They don’t get whacked, I’ma go crazy, them gettin' away’ll hurt my pride (That
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| hurt my pride)
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| I run into them bitches on the E-way, then I’m shootin' and drivin' (Blrrrd,
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| blrrrd)
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| Thirty, forty, fifty shit (Ayy, blrrrd)
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| I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Shoot until it click)
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| If you see my face, don’t run away, that’s how Ricky got hit (That's how Ricky
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| got hit)
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| I can’t count how many times these bitches told me I ain’t shit (And I know I
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| ain’t shit)
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| Can’t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them
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| bullets hit)
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| In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (Know that we don’t
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| miss)
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| In this steamer with this model, she don’t know I changed the VIN (This a
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| stolen car we in)
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| They used to ask what’s Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (Niggas
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| whack somethin' to get in)
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| My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen
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| Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? |
| Ain’t heard? |
| I send it by the drop (I sent
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| it by the drop)
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| Sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece and a light thirty for this watch (For this
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| watch)
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| I come disguised up like a junkie, get to shootin', I ain’t tryna shop
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| The FBI know what’s up with me, certified steppin' my job (Know what’s up)
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| Organized crime, we don’t do cooperations, not at all (No talkin')
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| Got secret weapons, automatics, fifties, coolant kits installed
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| Now I don’t 'posed to have this shit, but if I get caught, make that call
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| (Blrrrd)
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| Before I go out like I’m Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky)
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| Before I spend my money on a hit, come do that shit myself (Come do that shit
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| myself)
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| Creep up on you, I get close, finish 'em off, you need some help (Need some
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| help, pussy)
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| You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (Step)
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| It ain’t no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd
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| Thirty, forty, fifty shit (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
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| I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Ayy, blrrrd)
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| If you see my face, don’t run away, that’s how Ricky got hit (How Ricky got hit)
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| I can’t count how many times these bitches told me I ain’t shit (Told me that I
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| ain’t shit)
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| Can’t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (And I missed)
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| In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (Stack a dime)
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| In this steamer with this model, she don’t know I changed the VIN (This ho just
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| tryna slide)
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| They used to ask what’s Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (Get in,
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| yeah)
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| My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (Shank somethin'
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| with his pen, yeah)
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| Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy
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| Big Blrrrd |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 50 Shots , by - Pooh Shiesty. Song from the album Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп