Shoot

作曲：Fredo Bang

作词：Fredo Bang

This that ** that got the block scared

This the reason why your pops dead

I might pull up in a drop-head

Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red

Uh, yeah, **, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues

Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth

He say that he a killer, **, me too

** homicide, we don't leave clues

I might go and put a fifty on a ** **

I'm on the phone with Boulevard, free a real **

Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven

I got **s crashin' out to kill you, 9/11

What you gon' do when karma come around?

Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out

What you gon' do when karma come around?

Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out

I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

(What you gon' do yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger

Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers

He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures

When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich **s

They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way

**s sweet as **, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake

I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Donway

I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday

What you gon' do when karma come around?

Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out

What you gon' do when karma come around?

Some **s tuck they tail and go to copping out

I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

(What you gon' do yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

This that ** that got the block scared

This the reason why your pops dead

I might pull up in a drop-head

Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah

翻译贡献者：小歪