Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoot Front The Reverend , by - ShooterGang KonyRelease date: 16.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shoot Front The Reverend |
| Arkitects |
| Hah, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Tell your bitch all I need is the blue strips |
| She wanna fade when she see me with my new bitch |
| I got a Glock, sink ships, not loose lips |
| Shooters in the club, throw a punch, get your booth hit, I’ll do it |
| Got three guns, wonder which one I’m using |
| Blood left stains on my kicks, got me boolin' |
| Ridin' with that bag on me, money I’m pursuing |
| Tell me how I’m linkin' with a stick, Patrick Ewing (33) |
| Fourteen bad hoes all up in my section |
| I ain’t even old enough, I still got chopper in possession |
| .40 got a body on it, I’m just tryna show progression |
| If they catch me at church, I’m gon' shoot front the reverend, nigga |
| If you ridin' with a snitch, then you tellin', nigga |
| Kony, he look rich, but he will kill you for Margielas, nigga |
| Murder what I wrote, signed in blood 'fore I mail it, nigga |
| I smell bitch on the beat, I can smell you, nigga |
| Ayy ho, please stop, P, I need her out the way |
| Met her with my main, told her meet me in the Bay |
| Fifteen shots, pop ridin' with a K |
| Sit outside his mama house, we gon' leave him where he lay, nigga |
| Sixteen, bitch, swallow Perc' to the face |
| See this .40 on my waist for a nigga wanna hate |
| Send her on a date, she keep calling me her bae |
| I just tell her how it is, guess she never had an ape, nigga |
| Huh, I was sippin' Henn', I was servin' 'caine (No cap) |
| No cap, my favorite fiend was drinking Slurricane |
| I bet Kony learned the streets before he learned his name |
| I’m like Kobe with the heat, I’m shooting over Ace |
| Nigga shot at OMB with his eyes closed (Bitch) |
| I would’ve shot that pussy nigga with a blindfold |
| I would’ve jumped in front of Ken with my nine on |
| And thank him for the chance for me to get my slide on |
| Nigga, it ain’t no questioning my G |
| B Eighth, Eastside, I’m the best in the D |
| When it come to checkin' niggas, puttin' bitches on they feet |
| Nigga talkin' 'bout he woke, bet the Drac' leave him sleep, huh |
| White boy don’t disrespect the black man |
| Tell a lil' bitch I smack her with my backhand |
| Give 'em newspapers, traphouse the crack stand |
| Bitch, this ain’t no crab oil when I say the bag in |
| I used to transport the bows in my pants leg |
| Baby baby used to suck the dick in front her best friend |
| I will shoot the chopstick in front the reverend |
| If a pussy nigga say he tryna block my blessing |
| Tell your bitch all I need is the blue strips |
| She wanna fade when she see me with my new bitch |
| I got a Glock, sink ships, not loose lips |
| Shooters in the club, throw a punch, get your booth hit, I’ll do it |
| Got three guns, wonder which one I’m using |
| Blood left stains on my kicks, got me boolin' |
| Ridin' with that bag on me, money I’m pursuing |
| Tell me how I’m linkin' with a stick, Patrick Ewing (33) |
| Fourteen bad hoes all up in my section |
| (I still, I still got chopper in my hands) |
| .40 got a body on it, I’m just tryna show progression |
| If they catch me at church, I’m gon' shoot front the reverend, nigga |