OMAR MATEEN Lyrics

I told her baby

Please don't play me

I told her watch, AP

Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z

I got shooters, KD

Tracy McGrady

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

I got shooters, Kyrie

And the shoes is Kyries

These exclusive Nikes

And my boo be spicy

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Okay, shoot up the club; no OJ, ain't usin' a glove

No way, you're doin' too much; Jose Canseco

Got the juice like tomato, got shooters on payroll

I'm bussin' the Draco, I love when you say no

Nervous emoji, curvin' the phonies; she's loyal, she's certainly shown me

She's spoiled, she's earnin' a trophy; she's royalty, sure to dethrone me

Told her I got more shooters hittin' regardless

I miss her like a stormtrooper misses a target

A gat is the only thing that I'll pack for protection

DNA all over the place, it's a match for forensics

Why you so passive aggressive? My phone ain't password protected

Hang up at 10:59, call me back at 11

Hmm, can't get enough of me; baby girl, you're stuck with me

If it's cuffin' season, she's in protective custody

She don't need a reason, squeezin' all on my Dungarees

Brought the piece in the club with me, 'bout to unleash a fuckin' scene

I told her baby

Please don't play me

I told her watch, AP

Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z

I got shooters, KD

Tracy McGrady

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

I got shooters, Kyrie

And the shoes is Kyries

These exclusive Nikes

And my boo be spicy

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Tear the club up, Three Six; fresh Forces, no creases

Endorphin releasing, performance increasing

In the morning or evening (We can) record it and keep it

Look how gorgeous the peach is, I'll sink more than my teeth in

Mmm… And you know she's my only one

Hit her with the long stroke, got a hole in one

I guess it's par for the course

She got rug burn from the carpeted floor

She got a body that is hard to ignore

Darling, I'm yours, until I'm on a cart in the morgue

Pardon me for my dirty mind if it seems filthy

I did the crime, I'll do the time, I'ma plead guilty

I'll happily serve a life sentence

Serve it back to me, baby, like tennis

Hmm, 'cause I'm nothin' like them other guys

I'm a whole fuckin' vibe; baby, let me come inside

I told her baby

Please don't play me

I told her watch, AP

Gave her the Roc, Jay-Z

I got shooters, KD

Tracy McGrady

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

I got shooters, Kyrie

And the shoes is Kyries

These exclusive Nikes

And my boo be spicy

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Shoot up the club, shoot up the club

Okay