shoot it out (kymix) Lyrics

J4 where you at

I got the loot

Bitch come and take mine

I can't go out like Lil Durkio

Take one I take nine

Fuck it I'ma take ten

Then swing this goofy by his dreadlocks

Mane you ain't no fucking killer

Id've left your ass dead

I see his cracking in the springs,

huh

Cudi where you at

Nigga lovin' on this thot

When all of gang then broke her back

You should've killed my cousin dead

You had the ups and that's a fact

Pistol pack you better not lack

Them youngins feeding for a hat

Sliding down Bodega

With a hundred-some hollows

He scared to pop out on the set

Cause he gon' die

I ain't playin' with these pussies

Time to make some mamas cry

Boy you fucking with a savage

I send niggas to the sky

This shit ain't a game

Tho I do this shit for fun

Before I turned 21

I ran through a hundred guns

Boogeyman on his ass

He run like Temple Run

Better get him for all I got em

Mane somebody get they son

I fuck pretty bitches and for me

They make that ass shake

She know what she doing

I told lil baby shake them deb cakes

I kill his whole gang

Get Mickey D's then make a twerk song

Damn that booty juicy

Nah, for real it make me

Wow, wow

Ain't no copping plea's

I give hims shells and tell him

Boy you're welcome

Do a nigga dirty

Leave a missing boy

I keep a shovel

Try to run he won't get far

I shoot niggas from afar

Don't need a beam, I keep it clean

Pop a nigga with an iron sight

Flow switch

Fuck a pussy nigga

You want smoke

You a ho bitch

Drako to his face

D-O-A leave it open

This ain't what you want

Sit your ass down

I put B-T-A

That's for real clown

Wow, wow