blocboy jb – shoot lyrics
[intro]
bet twenty more, i hit the first roll
freaky b-tch on go, she gone off the road
run up in your house like i’m commando
clip hanging out the glock, extendo
[chorus]
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
[verse 1]
strapped like it’s belly, you singing, r. kelly
you play it get deadly, it’s grape gang, no jelly
i’m counting up fetti, you talking already
i pull up with choppers that come with machetes
i’m f-cking on betty, her head got me steady
i call her lil caesars, that b-tch hot and ready
my gun a lil caesars, that b-tch hot and ready
i dumped my lil b-tch, now that b-tch hot and jealous
hold up, let me catch my breath
shoot a n-gg- ’til he dead say he k!lled himself
fill ’em up with holes like a criminal
paralyzed waist down, now he can’t feel himself
ride with my guys man, i swear it ain’t nothing else
freaky b-tch, i make her touch herself
i’m balling in town, look like f-ck a ref
leave his -ss stanking, i blow him like bad breath
woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta
go, when the police come, dip underground
spend a hundred somethin’ when i move around
lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
you see them haitians, they up on the gram
shh, don’t make a sound
[chorus]
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
[post-chorus]
bet twenty more, i hit the first roll
freaky b-tch on go, she gone off the road
run up in your house like i’m commando
clip hanging out the glock, extendo
[verse 2]
homicide, b-tch we known for that
screenshotting sh-t, i text her, you too grown for that
yeah that trap sh-t, i got two phones for that
i’m a dog, i think that i got a bone to fetch
stop what you’re doing
thirty-three in my clip, that’s patrick ewing
open up wide, girl i’m looking for the chewing
shawty gave me head, now i know what she pursuing
it’s the nina with the coolant
mask on, ar, b-tch that’s on my side
prg, 700, we don’t let sh-t slide (crip)
we don’t let sh-t slide (crip), n-gg- play with me i ride (crip)
b-tch i’m cripping with the guys, we get up with three high fives
[chorus]
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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