Shoot at All of Dem lyrics

by

Screwly G



[Intro]
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem, uhhh
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem

[Bridge]
I know know how to work it
Caught em surfing
We gon murder ‘bout it
Heard they out there chillin with them hoes we shoot at everybody
They can’t throw a party on they block, we come shoot up the party
Pull up 50 deep and bleed the block, we known to get it poppin uhhh

[Chorus]
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem, uhhh
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem

[Verse]
Shoot at the opps like wе shooting a basket
Beefing with us, better go pick a caskеt
On my to a play left bro in the [?]
Can’t fit in my pants so they drac’ in my jacket
Strapped right now, hell nah I ain’t lackin
Dressing expensive, she liken my fashion
Flow on a beat she say she like how I’m rapping
Until I get signed ima keep on trapping
Come slide in a coupe
Sipping lean no juice
We the ones not you
We slide in strikers too
Bro was a teen when he caught two bodies
Ain’t asking for sh*t turned robbing to hobby
Favorite opp at the telly, he died in the lobby
Get them fore’ they get me these n*ggas be plotting
I know know how to work it
We gon murk em
We gon stretch em bout it
f*ck the ambulance that n*gga dead, it’s holes all in his body
n*ggas clicking up, we f*ck em up they better not get us started
n*ggas shoot the innocent
We known for only hitting our target
[Chorus]
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem, uhhh
We shoot at all of dem
We shoot at all of dem

[Verse2]
They know we pop sh*t
Lately I been chilling but these n*ggas on that opp sh*t
b*tch we stand on business, wanna see me on that thug sh*t
b*tch we give out slugs, ain’t showing love f*ck who you run with
Racks inside my pants, I ran up bands
Could drop a dub quick
Paying for homi’s, don’t care what it cost I’ll paying for that body
Wanna be gang but we do what we [?]
No love for a opp he could die in front his mommy
Something like clyde so I need me a Bonnie
No looking for me you Get got fore’ you find me
The ones sending shots, how the f*ck am I hiding?
He robbing who? n*gga try then he dying
In traffic clutching 30s, popping perkies, we smoke real exotic
I won’t spend no money on no hoe, I told my my bro I got em
Heard they hit em but he ain’t die, no I don’t know who shot em
He was posed’ to die but he got saved so we gon kill the doctor uhhh
Dumb sh*t
Dumb way
Gun fire, gun play
Gotta die one day
Dope boy
Slang way
Murder boy, won’t buy dates
To the lord, I pray
Will I ride? Always
Call you my brother, you shoot ima shoot
Bro hogging the window I came out the roof
It ain’t sh*t in the world I wouldn’t do for the crew
n*ggas say I’m a b*tch when they see my they spooked
Get it in, 10-10 new pressure to you
I be full of them drugs when I walked into school
Put my pain in the songs, I ain’t talkin to you
The one hitting them cuts [?] that you knew
Been on them hits, talkin more than a few
I did what I did and I do what I do
Most n*ggas won’t slide but we calling on you
Stuck in the trenches like part of me glued
Will I ever stop thugging? I don’t have a clue
For a fact ima watch, you f*ck up that’s you
Text back like I’m sad tell her, “send me some nudes”
Call her my baby, she really my boo
(She really my boo)
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