Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 50 Shots, artist - Pooh Shiesty. Album song Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
50 Shots |
| Earn your stats all off them bodies, let this murder game begin |
| Hang with the opps 'til you die over there, can’t flip back on this side (Can't |
| come back over here) |
| Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on Live |
| Only got shot at on the internet, real life, them pussies hidin' (Hidin') |
| Finna shootout with some real gangsters, tilt my hat, still wish they die |
| (Blrrrd, blrrrd) |
| And this a gold piece on that glee, ain’t no runnin', you see this fire (Blrrrd, |
| Big Blrrrd) |
| Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some shit you can’t describe (Shit |
| you can’t describe) |
| They don’t get whacked, I’ma go crazy, them gettin' away’ll hurt my pride (That |
| hurt my pride) |
| I run into them bitches on the E-way, then I’m shootin' and drivin' (Blrrrd, |
| blrrrd) |
| Thirty, forty, fifty shit (Ayy, blrrrd) |
| I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Shoot until it click) |
| If you see my face, don’t run away, that’s how Ricky got hit (That's how Ricky |
| got hit) |
| I can’t count how many times these bitches told me I ain’t shit (And I know I |
| ain’t shit) |
| Can’t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (I make sure all them |
| bullets hit) |
| In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (Know that we don’t |
| miss) |
| In this steamer with this model, she don’t know I changed the VIN (This a |
| stolen car we in) |
| They used to ask what’s Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (Niggas |
| whack somethin' to get in) |
| My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen |
| Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash? |
| Ain’t heard? |
| I send it by the drop (I sent |
| it by the drop) |
| Sixty-somethin' for my neckpiece and a light thirty for this watch (For this |
| watch) |
| I come disguised up like a junkie, get to shootin', I ain’t tryna shop |
| The FBI know what’s up with me, certified steppin' my job (Know what’s up) |
| Organized crime, we don’t do cooperations, not at all (No talkin') |
| Got secret weapons, automatics, fifties, coolant kits installed |
| Now I don’t 'posed to have this shit, but if I get caught, make that call |
| (Blrrrd) |
| Before I go out like I’m Ricky, turn around, I Drac' 'em all (Ricky) |
| Before I spend my money on a hit, come do that shit myself (Come do that shit |
| myself) |
| Creep up on you, I get close, finish 'em off, you need some help (Need some |
| help, pussy) |
| You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (Step) |
| It ain’t no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd |
| Thirty, forty, fifty shit (Blrrrd, blrrrd) |
| I shoot 'til that glizzy click (Ayy, blrrrd) |
| If you see my face, don’t run away, that’s how Ricky got hit (How Ricky got hit) |
| I can’t count how many times these bitches told me I ain’t shit (Told me that I |
| ain’t shit) |
| Can’t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed (And I missed) |
| In the trap, we get it in, fuck off a five and stack a ten (Stack a dime) |
| In this steamer with this model, she don’t know I changed the VIN (This ho just |
| tryna slide) |
| They used to ask what’s Choppa Gang, now niggas dyin' just to get in (Get in, |
| yeah) |
| My lil' nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin' with a pen (Shank somethin' |
| with his pen, yeah) |
| Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy |
| Big Blrrrd |