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glam graham - shots fired lyrics

i don’t expect sh+t but clown sh+t from clown b+tches
to expect anything less is an insult to my intelligence
i spread like corona with that said
i don’t compete for what’s already mine
you haven’t even lived long enough to comprehend
oh you thought because we wasn’t moving
the way you wanted us to move we wasn’t moving at all
stagnant, i’ma raise the bar
you got all that mouth, you know who the f+ck you are
you know who the f+ck are, or maybe you don’t

b… b… beats by fury, quad

me i ain’t never been a silly hoe
come with thе bulsh+t find what you looking for
talking that sl!ck sh+t running yo mouth vic
like you a skeptic ah get you murkеd b+tch
every bum b+tch thinks she can rap (she can rap)
every hood n+gga be in the trap (in the trap)
every cap n+gga be in the studio (in the studio)
every rich n+gga f+ck with a dumb hoe
f+ck you on the run for b+tch you better duck low
bodies hit the floor when bullets rain slow (rain slow)
just know through the door i’ll take yo sh+t
we can hit lakeshore lemme hit this l!ck
bet double down money i triple it
then it’s back out of town fore the sh+t get thick
or load another round like i’m on the battleground
cause i hunt prey bounty bloodhound
break bread with you naw i won’t split
my stage with you you are unfit
f+ck ya life you counterfeit
i’ll f+ck ya wife make her my b+tch
get this understood my 9 will test ya manhood
so you can be down for life
or you can lay down for good
if that ain’t hood b+tch i ain’t hood
i’m from the slum misunderstood
i had a f+cked up childhood
now that i lucked up what’s good
and i’m sick of you hoes internetting around
b+tch you a clown pipe it down fore i pull up and drawdown
hoe we can make scene screenplay drama queen
underdeveloped cause you green i’ll f+ck u raw no vaseline
no sleep like a machine they call her scarlett porcelaine
that b+tch a lunatic, but i ain’t here to politic
i’ll do a n+gga quick i don’t owe a n+gga sh+t but quad
and i don’t fear a m+th+f+cka but god
shot, shot, shot, shot, shots fired

every bum b+tch thinks she can rap
thinks she can rap
thinks she can rap
thinks she can rap

shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shots fired
quad

- glam graham lyrics

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