shoota! ft. xoRomanii & Jashon Lyrics

Slide on the block with a

Slide on the block with a ruger

No he can't shoot me cause he not a shooter

I can't take no perky I been acting stupid

On my own, walk down with that chrome to your dome

She can't leave me lone think he grown, slide up to his home

I am not sliding to talk

I don't drive by I just walk

Outline his nigga in chalk

I'm moving in silence I'm not getting caught

She told she love me oh that's what you thought

I'm moving them pounds that's what I was taught

I'm sipping on lean, it came out the cup like niggas what's up

Ain't popping no bean cause I had enough I be in the cut

He fleeing the scene, I'm keeping it tucked I won't even duck

Them bitches is stupid they don't know they place

I'm robbing and stealing whatever it takes

I need me a re-up I sell by the crate

I'm making them hundreds he cannot relate

I need me a scat I don't care bout a wraith

He want to trade verses but that's not a trade

I can't do no feature if you haven't paid, like how much money do you make

I can't give no answers I'm playing it safe

This wide body charger I'm matching the drake

It's Louis my carpet Versace the drapes

I'm making this money its all in my face

I'm bustin' my shit and its all on her face

I got my son, I got my wife, I got a house don't care we straight

I been high, I been tipsy, bitch I cannot feel my face

But I got the shoes on it

Gave her the dick what you do on it

(My shawty watch be dancing)

Diamonds they dancing just groove on it

Big body but I still shoot out it

Tell me what you gonna do bout it

He got a house better move out it

If I tell 'em to shoot, they aimin' the tool and they aim at you

Don't got no worries don't got nothing to lose

Play it cool, let 'em do what they do

My shooters be off of them drugs and not givin' no fucks, they sending them shots out the roof

I know these hoes they be gossiping I know they talking shit

Used to that shit it ain't new

Uh, yeah, I'm with a good hoe, I treat that bitch like she a angel

Playin' with one of mine, wish they would though, they gone end up in motherfuckin' danger

Yeah, playing with me that shit fatal

With them Dracos we spin like tornado

Shooters on payroll they do what I say so

Make him disappear like where his face go

Spray, that, bitch and reload it

Put some racks on his head he get folded

Heard lil buddy a bitch I been knowin'

Lil boy running don't know where he going

In love with them racks, in love with the hunnids

Pocket watching go and get you some money

Think this shit funny I up it and clutch it

And let this bitch spray, turn yo ass to a dummy

(Yeah)

She bust it, she bust it, she bust it, she bustin it open for me

She got my back she know what she doing might get her a Patek Philipe

Just like a squirrel damn, she like my nut on her teeth

Opp niggas be hating on me

They quick on they feet when I up the two three

I'm about to serve a nigga some pedigree

That's yo bitch calling for D I see

Why these niggas be begging me for a feature

If you ain't one of my bros then fuck you I don't need you