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dij cope - ima shoot lyrics

never catch me lacking run up on me i’ma shoot. take that safety off and i’ma let that b+tch loose. bouta hit a l!ck, take off run up all your shoes my n+gga mixing up the sauces but you know i go the juice. never catch me lacking run up on me i’ma shoot. take that safety off and i’ma let that b+tch loose. bouta hit a l!ck, take off run up all your shoes my n+gga mixing up the sauces but you know i go the juice
if you run up on me i’ma let that b+tch loose. i ain’t got no option i’m tryna hit you and you. (b+tch) i ain’t got no caution i walked in here with a tool. (i’m strapped up) got that loud stuff i’m just tryna make the news. (woo) rolling with the same n+ggas they my day ones. (since the jump) i’m still spending old money made from day one. (that sh+t old) ya’ll n+ggas don’t want nun if you want some we gon bring some. (period) yea b+tch that jeep running i’ma hop in and i’m speed running. (skrt)
never catch me lacking run up on me i’ma shoot. take that safety off and i’ma let that b+tch loose. bouta hit a l!ck, take off run up all your shoes my n+gga mixing up the sauces but you know i go the juice. never catch me lacking run up on me i’ma shoot. take that safety off and i’ma let that b+tch loose. bouta hit a l!ck, take off run up all your shoes my n+gga mixing up the sauces but you know i go the juice
walking around and i’m talking sh+t not a p+ssy n+gga gonna say nun. (nah) i be really tryna keep my cool but these same n+ggas i don’t play with them. (lil b+tch) i don’t play with them, i ain’t straight with them. i ain’t tryna run to f+cking game with them. i’m piped down then i pipe it up. she a dyk+ now but she down to f+ck. alright now lets go to war. sitting at the red light with the tool on me. light change i’ma dump homie. (bow) nah bro don’t run from it. you wanted in so i’m gonna shoot. i ain’t gonna fight f+ck i look like. i ain’t wasting my time on a hoe n+gga. i be spending my time with them real n+ggas. ( g status) i got put on without a big homie. so i don’t want you to lil bro me. (b+tch) this lil bro got a big 40. i’ma put it on ya ass loaded. hop in the whip and i’m skrting out. (skrt) f+cked her too hard she hurting now. he talked sh+t so i slapped him out. i’m cooling i ain’t pimping now
never catch me lacking run up on me i’ma shoot. take that safety off and i’ma let that b+tch loose. bouta hit a l!ck, take off run up all your shoes my n+gga mixing up the sauces but you know i go the juice.

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