Tekst piosenki Shots Fired
[Intro]
Brrt, brrt, blaow
(Buddah bless this beat)
[Verse 1]
Imagine niggas lyin' about shootin' a real bitch (Huh)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblocking them niggas, on some dry shit
I don't want you on a bitch, believe you wouldn't been invited (Been invited)
And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Lock yo' ass up)
You want the M's, and not the top, I guess that made my friend excited (Hm)
Now y'all in cahoots (Okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5'10" bitch, with a .22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets weren't pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (He a bitch)
We all know this shit, I coulda came back with (Lil' ass nigga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on a remix" (What's poppin'?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And you still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
And any nigga on that nigga side is a clout chaser (Fuck y'all)
A bitch that he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh
[Interlude]
Imagine me, ha-ha-ha
Imagine me entertaining you fucking goofy ass niggas
And your fucking goofy ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow
(Buddah bless this beat)
[Verse 2]
Who you takin' shots at groovy ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass outta rich bitch business
And that goes for you bitches too, that tryna get picked
Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused, they hate me but watch my videos, beatin' their dick
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chance
That caught a loss, got something to say
I be speakin' facts, uh, thinkin' he in a zat, uh
They want me to be the bad guy? Lemme put my mask on
I was chose, I ain't asked to be this motherfuckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not the ones that's up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin', always, action do the talkin'
I know you want the clout so I ain't sayin' y'all names
Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from
Ten toes down for whoever get the petty, huh?
I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer, how these niggas scared to shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring their whole clique (Ayy)
Who you takin' shots at, goofy ass bitch?
Watchin' me succeed from your need suckin' dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I did
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
Bitch think she sabotagin' something, tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bun with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
Low profile pic, bitch your momma shouldn't had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga sent a shot, I'ma sent it right back (Ahh)
[Outro]
Brrt, brrt
Brrt, ha-ha
Should've let them lock your ass up
Pussy
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