Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ShootOuts, artist - Sha Hef. Album song P.S.A, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
ShootOuts |
Tapped in from the begin, niggas only active on the weekend |
I dove head first to the deep end |
These pussy niggas vegan, we seeking the beef |
Catch the opposition lackin', we sweepin' the street |
Face fighting gon' make me slice you from your cheeks to the teeth |
Contemplating capers for paper, I ain’t eat in a week |
Cold hearted, I keep a heater, I ain’t keeping the peace |
Baby sitting this baby 9 dog I’m keeping the piece |
12 slid down on the homie, don’t be saying the least |
'Cause if he speak, he be layin' deceased |
Paid for the wreath, fuck the cappin', I’m the captain |
Break the brick down to fractions right on the napkin |
Niggas actin', smack 'em, give 'em no caption |
We strictly taxin', swagger jackin' rappers |
Come and buy mansions like fuck your faction faggot |
If I want it, bitch I’ma have it |
In the bricks, sellin sniff was a habit |
Real shit I used to kick it with addicts |
Now the homie stuffed the bricks in the attic |
Ask me what my life like |
Sex, drugs and night life |
Drug talk, plug talk, I can get the right price |
Shawty cook the rice nice, you be with the mice type |
Big guns, big clips, I be with the trife type |
Doggie that’s a light sprite, trust me that’s a light ice |
Got a lil' shine on it, when it hit the light right |
Ask me what my life like |
Trynna get my life right |
Used to play the night shift, them shootouts was my nightlight |
If we take that ride, guarantee we gon' slide |
Kill 'em clean, I’ma send my killer bees to his hive |
Got them birds, so I keep that Desert Eagle on my side |
Am I askin' too much, just want my piece of the pie |
Killed your homie and it took your ass a week to reply |
You got 24 hours before we be where you lie |
Hunnid round I’m a bully and a Billy bitch |
I’ll slap a nigga silly 'bout some silly shit |
Feelin' like the king of my city on some Gilly shit |
Got the fiends dancing on cars on some 2 Milly shit |
I was moving bricks out this bitch house from Gilly Hicks |
All my niggas militant, movin' on some killer shit |
That thriller shit |
I’m heaven sent but hell bound, money got me spell bound |
But all the shit I’m doing got me cell bound |
You can catch a shell round, any time I’m on fuck shit |
Slugged up and get snuffed bitch |
Bird niggas on duck shit, that fuck shit |
Ask me what my life like |
Sex, drugs and night life |
Drug talk, plug talk, I can get the right price |
Shawty cook the rice nice, you be with the mice type |
Big guns, big clips, I be with the trife type |
Doggie that’s a light sprite, trust me that’s a light ice |
Got a lil' shine on it, when it hit the light right |
Ask me what my life like |
Trynna get my life right |
Used to play the night shift, them shootouts was my nightlight |