SH00T UP lyrics

by

F1LTHY


(Wake up, F1lthy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Designer my shirt
Designer my shoes
VVS my ring
VVs my chain
Most of you n*ggas lame
You can't hang with the gang
Yeah little b*tch im wit the mob
We rock out like guitar
Most of these n*ggas frauds
Lil b*tch keep the Glock
And I get the guap
Make it rain never stop

[Verse 1]
Pull up with choppas we letting them hit
Finna go f*ck on your b*tch and then dip
That little b*tch wanna tip
Told her to pull up and give me some tip, yeah
Finna pull up in a tonka no lil b*tch im swerving in a hellcat, yeah
They calling me danny pushing the phantom
b*tch im finna go fast yeah
All of these n*ggas be talking that sh*t
Wait till I pull out my racks, yeah
b*tch I be making the stacks
b*tch I be making the real big, yeah
Yeah my stacks so big this sh*t can't fit in the back, yeah
You f*cking with the gang f*ck around shoot you in your back, yeah
Lil b*tch im with the mob b*tch we making all this guap, yeah
Yeah ive been making these bands b*tch im making them real big, yeah
[Chorus]
Designer my shirt
Designer my shoes
VVS my ring
VVs my chain
Most of you n*ggas lame
You can't hang with the gang
Yeah little b*tch im wit the mob
We rock out like guitar
Most of these n*ggas frauds
Lil b*tch keep the Glock
And I get the guap
Make it rain never stop

[Verse 2]
Shoot up at your block
Yeah you know we shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Yeah b*tch shoot your block
And we looking for opps
They're gonna end up dead
If they touch my bread
And they talk on gang
Shoot them in their brain
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