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honey c - shots fired lyrics

[intro]
yo
coca
uh

[verse 1 ]
young coca, the realest kid
all i see is fake sh-t, i ain’t feelin’ it
they all talkin’, i ain’t hearin’ it
i be wishin’ a b-tch would
i ain’t fearin’ sh-t
these hoes weak and it makes me sick
not f-ckin’ with you hoes is what made me rich
b-tch, look i hate to quit
so i hustle like a beast cause i’m made for this
gettin’ money that’s my favorite
it’s all cocaine white and i paid for it
but it ain’t easy, i’mma savor it
i went to work, while you m-th-f-ckas prayed for it
check it, ok
i came to eat all the cake
i’m hungry in this place
and b-tches lookin’ like bait
i get it in because i’m born to grind
hit up every f-ckin’ country
i been tourin’ from time ho
anybody hatin’ you can suck d-ck
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas i don’t f-ck with
money the only thing i’m in love with
i’m just gettin’ bigger and i love it
askin’ for favors but can’t afford me
tell the people the truth
don’t change the story
and after all the drama i’m still not tired
but i ain’t playin’ no games b-tch
shots fired

[hook]
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas i don’t f-ck with
(young coca, young coca)
shots fired
anybody hatin’ you can suck d-ck
shots fired
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas i don’t f-ck with
(young coca, young coca)
shots fired
anybody hatin’ you can suck d-ck
shots fired

[skit]
sharkeisha no
don’t, don’t kick her sharkeisha
don’t kick her

[verse 2]
this for the hoes before
i used to ride with
the same b-tches the youngin used to get high with
to all the hoes in the rap game or wack game
the same b-tches with small minds and wack fame
selling you p-ssy, you set a low bar
shamin’ us females who f-ckin’ go hard
my generation got no stars
i only see me and chain link so far
if you mad b-tch step it up
you ain’t a bad b-tch, sad b-tch
you set that up
them haters hatin’ but my head is up
just watch what i do cause i said enough
i be flowin’, spittin’, they f-ckin’ know
cause these hoes is trippin’
and i’m f-ckin’ cold
i ain’t the greatest but i’ll f-ckin’ grow
don’t doubt me, without me there’s no f-ckin’ show
to all the new people tryin’ to fly in
to get a seat with us, it ain’t no buy-ins
you tryin’ to eat with us, you must be wildin’
watch how you treatin’ us we get to firin’
i got b-tches on standby who ridin’
it’s guaranteed my b-tches will get violent
and after all the drama i’m still not tired
but i ain’t playin’ no games b-tch
shots fired

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