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shoot instant - gunshot riddim 8 bar edit lyrics

[intro: tiny snap]
big mike
money talks studios
blackgang broadway
big up myself, young josh

[verse 1: tiny snap]
gunshot, gun pop
head rock, head off
f-ck with my team, you’re f-cking with big dogs
think we ain’t letting off?
try k!lla, i guarantee he takes your f-cking boss
these pr-cks, playing all their games
i’m sure that you’re hiding when we’re letting off flame
don’t you know we’re good with the aim
so the jakes locked up young taz and jesse james
young spend

[verse 2: prover]
better listen up, the .45 will lift him up
aim for his head, i wanna see his body drop
i wanna see his body flop
i ain’t talking ’bout a body pop
.32, star 9, revolvers
f-ck with my team, and your life will be over
tb will blow your head over your shoulder
you’re f-cking with a pecknarm soldier
you can stunt in your roadster
guns, we got loads star

[verse 3: k!lla ki]
k!lla! i’m the meaning of a gunshot
got about three guns ’cause i’ve got gwop
and i know you know the name
big k!llz, k!lla ki, f-cking up the game
i’m a legend on the street
dargs got on n-ggas on the road, like i’ll get him
kyze on the lose
i heard that n-gga moves wicked when he moves

[verse 4: young butch]
weighed out, all my n-ggas hold their guns right
it’s like say that we’re all the same blood type
and i ain’t down with for punch fights
i’d rather c-ck it back, squeeze off and watch the slugs fly
like, so ease off with the punk guys
breeze off, the heat pops, cah i got my gun right
you only come hard in your punchlines
so when the beef kicks, you ain’t involved in the crunchtime

[verse 5: shocks]
got the bandana laid around the stick
so forensics ain’t finding no dna on this
see the feds, drop the strally in a ditch
couple hours later, we gotta relocate the stick
now the feds done created a snitch
kidnap the pr-ck, make the feds relocate the b-tch
grab the towels man we’re cutting off his lips
f-ck that, man we’re bodying this pr-ck

[verse 6: young k!lla]
gunshots, lead pop
head top, head gone
dead boy, red block
feds come, i’m gone
my gang, black gang
trapmash, bang gats
us man, prang fam
no bang bang we spray man
got sticks that’ll rock your block
don’t bother run when it’s popping off
guarantee you can’t dodge the shot
fam, i’ll pop the glock and top him off
leave him with no lid like a f-cking cup

[verse 7: young mad b]
a rental full of homies with bally’s ’round their face
gunshot, gunshots, we pepper up the place
the clothes get burnt, we hit the block with no trace
there’s no evidence of black gang, we buss case
we clap at any premises
f-ck all the petty petty
black gang real life, we ride with the semi semi
real n-ggas, toasting your life with some heavy heavy
we be in the block, getting head from another jezzie

[verse 8: omz]
this is ops, you know i let my gun rock
i got my big ting n-gga, you will get cropped
leave you red in the street like a bus stop
shoot to k!ll fam, i ain’t in a gun war
i’ma rider fam, i shoot in the broad of day
like gunshot, one shot
try me fam, you know i got my gun c-cked
wouldn’t even advise that still

[verse 9: tiny boost]
pecky man give gunshots
not one shot
buss off till the gun stops
and my squad stacks guns like a gun shop
on the yellow block posing with my gun c-cked
i can have your head floating when the gun pops
big spliff when i’m rolling on your dumb block
macs or nines, plus i’m holding on to one glock
feds will find your body ghosted on the one spot

[verse 10: snap capone]
it’s sn the trey-eighty popper
i’ma aim up and spray it proper
n-ggas know me, i’ll clap on my ones
no need for my whole team
i leave a hole in your whole team
shoot, shoot, shoot
lift him up, then put him down
i don’t talk beef
i let the metal sound
so hear this
pr-cks, i’ma air sh-t
i keep my b-tch on the side

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