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Shoot
5605
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Shoot został wydany 19 kwietnia 2019 przez Jay Rebel Music jako część albumu Big Ape
album cover
AlbumBig Ape
Data wydania19 kwietnia 2019
WytwórniaJay Rebel Music
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM73

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
This that shit 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
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth
Yeah, he say that he a killer, ****, me too
Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues
I might go and put a fifty on a bitch ****
I'm on the Foreign Boulevard, free a real ****
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven
I got **** crashing out to kill you, 9/11
[Verse 3]
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **** tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **** tuck they tail and go to copping out
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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 ****
They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way
**** sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake
I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Dumb Way
I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday
[Verse 6]
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **** tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some **** tuck they tail and go to copping out
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
This that shit 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
Written by: Fredo Bang
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