Shoot (Remix) lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Shoot that n*gga, shoot that n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Who dat n*gga, you dat n*gga, I'm finna drill this n*gga
Man kill this n*gga, spill this n*gga, I don't feel this n*gga
Man shoot this n*gga, I'ma ruthless n*gga
You a useless n*gga I shoot reboot this n*gga
Where the loot young n*gga, tell the truth young n*gga
I'ma OC n*gga, I'ma OD n*gga, I'ma low key n*gga you don't know me n*gga
Make yo' b*tch come show me, then blow me n*gga, no OG n*gga
I'ma young rich n*gga, you a young b*tch n*gga, you a snitch
Better run young n*gga, see the clip young n*gga, that's a drum young n*gga
I'm the one young n*gga, from the slum young n*gga, I get it done young n*gga
No fund young n*gga, where you from my n*gga, get a gun young n*gga
I don't like this n*gga, I wanna fight this n*gga, I'll light this n*gga
Ignite this n*gga, had the sawed off or the .44 bulldog come fight this n*gga

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Shoot that n*gga, shoot that n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Man, f*ck that n*gga, f*ck them n*ggas
f*ck all you n*ggas, go to war
Say, "Goodbye you pus*y boys!"
They know the mob, ain't no family
Ain't no amends, just my grenade
Say, "Hello, to my little friend!"
Now, watch your back, watch your front
Feds watching us, we rock the coast
It's a dirty game, "Gleesh cut his throat!"
On the block they calling me the fireman
Murder game, b*tch a gangland
Where I'm from that hit 3 grand
Broad day, n*gga, motherf*ck a plan
Second shooter, just in case my gun jam
Body count, b*tch, Gleesh the Son of Sam

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Shoot that n*gga, shoot that n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
Who dat n*gga, get that n*gga, man kill that n*gga
Man shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga, shoot young n*gga
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