Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot, artist - 21 Savage.
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shoot |
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang! |
We ain’t playin' with this niggas man |
Ay we different nigga |
Boss shit! |
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
I’mma spaz, spaz |
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
No need for vest, vest |
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |
Get the shots nigga, woah (21) |
That stick gon' sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor |
SWAT team, Mossberg, comin' through the door (21) |
Tommy gun woah |
Trench coat woah |
Lil' bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl (skrt) |
Motorola beepin' (21) |
VVSs fleekin' (fleek) |
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin' (21) |
I just pulled up on yo' main bitch and you know she freaky (I did) |
She know I ain’t no sleeper (ya dig) |
Time to call a uber (21) |
Young Savage man I bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21) |
MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig) |
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up) |
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!) |
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
I’mma spaz, spaz |
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
No need for vest, vest |
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |
Me I just came out of poverty |
I just spent 50 on property |
I’m from the streets to the gun violence |
Glocks annihilate you probably |
I pour up a four for my dead guys |
My hood is more than a block to me |
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me |
Bitches want sex I want all mouth |
We be them niggas they talkin' 'bout |
I’m saucin' I’m walkin', I’m Wayne now |
Don’t treat I’m coolin' with gang now |
Overdose I’m like Wayne now |
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans |
Now we spend 50 on chains now |
And we put 50 on things now |
Booty died from dialysis |
Opp niggas was the happiest |
The city know we be wacking shit |
Real killa, ain’t know accident |
Crackin' calls with the MACs and shit |
Got the pounds and I’m matchin' shit |
Guns and dope in the mattress shit |
Fuck nigga with the actin' shit |
Gang! |
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
I’mma spaz, spaz |
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
No need for vest, vest |
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |