Listen to Shoota (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) by Playboi Carti

Shoota (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Playboi Carti

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Playboi Carti - Shoota + Rocket (Full Version) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert ) (All Verses Included) **AUDIO
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Songwriter
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maaly Raw
Maaly Raw
Producer
AJRuinedMyRecord
AJRuinedMyRecord
Recording Engineer
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Mixing Engineer
Michael Piroli
Michael Piroli
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Now Now is my time Now is my time (That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) Everybody rock with me because I'm up now Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot Suicide, 1600, that's the block Hit your girl, that's check-free She ain't used to text me Now she wanna caress me She keep tryna neck me I gotta tell my bestie Someone call my bestie Think I found my bestie Link up, make a check bleed You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh We gon' take these boys back to school, uh Money on the floor just like some shoes Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah And I love my goons, yeah And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) And I love my loot (What?), yeah Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?) Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh We gon' take these boys back to school, uh Money on the floor just like some shoes
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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