How We Shoot - Booter Bee: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

How We Shoot

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Hip-Hop/Rap

How We Shoot was released on January 1, 2026 by Isekai / Broke as a part of the album How We Shoot - Single

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Automatics, uh, shotguns bark

Fresh G-19's come out the box

Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long

This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones

M got the pump, - got the snub

Go ask the opps how we tape off the club

She just want love, I just want guns

And if man hop out, the four just run

Run up, good luck, 'cause that Glock's fulled up

Four-fours holding four fours, full stop

Everyone's a gangster, they've never slapped off

Shot - in his face then gave bae back shots

She don't like me, she likes that I'm getting paid

Me and bro hitting shots out the Escalade

I don't need a rap deal, I got trap skills

Skinny yute but my pockets looking fat still

Arse so fat, I asked her if the back's real

Slap two out the whip then burn out the back wheel

Switch off the Glock, I'ma cause an earthquake

Got the best present, he got slashed on my birthday

Ever seen a gunman looking this fly?

Six in my stick, you'll get shot six times

Miss me with the drama, I wanna live life

And I'd rather shoot myself before I ever switch sides

Automatics, uh, shotguns bark

Fresh G-19's come out the box

Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long

This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones

M got the pump, - got the snub

Go ask the opps how we tape off the club

She just want love, I just want guns

And if man hop out, the four just run

BB, I'm with it till the wheels fall off

I don't miss my old ting, I miss the old sawn-off

Swear I coulda cried, the drop got called off

Feds at my crib, kicking every door off

Yo, I can't sleep in this little life of mine

Shoulda got a job, I built a little life of crime

I was in that T-house, night till day

Spent thirty in Marbs, that was minor change

I'm overseas, me and M like it's not hot

Before I did rap, I got my opps shot

Had a dream I was shooting on the opp block

Woke up and had the whole of Topsides locked off

Gunman, trap star, rap star too

Jump out, bap-bap then move

Why the fuck do they rap like they're living the truth?

Between their whole gang, ain't got a fifty in jewels

Automatics, uh, shotguns bark

Fresh G-19's come out the box

Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long

This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones

M got the pump, - got the snub

Go ask the opps how we tape off the club

She just want love, I just want guns

And if man hop out, the four just run

Written by: Booter Bee

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