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Shoot Off
4,117
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shoot Off was released on April 7, 2009 by Inevitable Entertainment / The Orchard as a part of the album CM2
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AlbumCM2
Release DateApril 7, 2009
LabelInevitable Entertainment / The Orchard
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter

Lyrics

I told 'em so, fuck that, I showed 'em so
Old school Chevy ride, I'm on 4's or more
Big bomb in the hood, blowing O's of 'dro
While them old heads got a whole nose of blow
I'm with the big boys, ****, you in the Peewee league
Half a quarter ass **** getting Peewee cheese
I don't know why these **** stressing, I ain't part of the recession
It's Yo Gotti, motherfucker, and I got plenty of them keys
See, when you got indicted a lot of **** liked it
'Cause they natural born haters even though they tryna fight it
But me? I felt your pain, I was going through the same thing
Feds investigate me, tryna tie me to a hundred things
Next thing I know TIP got jammed
That's when I sat back like, "Damn"
Them alphabet boys, I can see they tryna focus on the rappers
'Cause we natural born hustlers and know that we some trappers
And these other **** snitching making it hard for the real ****
You know how the streets work, calm down, chill, ****
And this that D-boy walk
You know, fish scale yayo talk
I bought myself out my contract, who the fuck did that?
Who ain't getting money, ho? That was four-hundred stacks
Forty days straight, I went and go that four-hundred pack
Two-fifty-two in the pot and I brought like four-hundred back
The hottest **** under the sun without a deal
The realest **** walking point blank, and that's real
Was a six figure street **** reaching for a mill'
Got some beats and told real **** simply how I live
And I went all around the world with no security and shit
Just me and my lil' homies with them choppers and shit
And I ain't go to no city where I ain't rock my chain
Do a show and leave the club and burn a new bitch brain
See, I'm a hood ****, I can put you up on game
So I don't blame you for applying pressure to **** who lame
See, when I come to your city I'ma fuck with the G's
Just to let a **** know he ain't no different than me, nah
Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Demetrius Rayaun Moore, Leo Goff, Mario Mims
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