Who shot ya Lyrics

All bentleys, all bemers, all benzes.

Hands down fools the game is all Baptist.

New whips drop he cop in he so stylish.

Them fools is dicks with pussies, they ain't lavished.

Yeah, I go extra raw.

I'm in the new Benz boy, that's my extra car.

With A quick flip and I'm a sell the houses for more.

100 percent profit, sometimes more.

I used to write verses now I write essays.

Been running rings round these rappers for more than a decade.

Still like my all black coffee with no leche.

That's my girl right there.

I guess I should'a popped the question the next day.

I'm MJ on the vocals, Primo on protools,

Kinda Anti social.

I go Ham on the track, but I can't coach you.

This is just life for me, that's the shit that I go through.

No guns in my couch, but bare money in the mattress.

I would copped another beemer, but I gotta pay taxes.

Settle for a stick shift and green n white air maxes.

Your flows are light rain, mines torrential

Uh, might could say its extra terrestrial

You cowards, in blue a dress

Don't take a shit where your head rest

Who shot ya

I bet ya blame the boys in blue

The ones that ratted on you and your crew

Who shot ya

Son what you gonna do

When dem boys in blue come knocking for you