lirik lagu biggkutt8 - who shot who?
[chorus]
ballin’ on these n~gga so godd~mn long, i’mma need me a scholarship
brand new choppa from the military, n~gga, i ain’t even ‘posed to have this sh~t
ridin’ shotgun with this choppa, this not no sawed~off, i can’t get caught with this
boy i don’t know who shot who, all my shooters anonymous
that choppa put n~ggas in shape, last n~gga got caught ran out of oxygen
drop that bag, don’t ask if he dead, just cut on the news and watch that sh~t
can’t be scared, wanna bail out and catch you a head, gotta shoot with some confidence
i feel like vick, me and kreep in the ‘cat, but i’m d~gg~n’ this b~tch like a pit
[verse]
know this chain look wet and all, but you touch it, i’m leavin’ somebody drenched
you know i don’t miss, if a b~tch ain’t die, i bet a b~tch got hit
we puttin’ belt down on all the so~called opps, them n~ggas be callin’ it quits
beatin’ down the road all d~mn day, all this motion, havin’ a young n~gga sick
broke ass n~gga talkin’ ’bout his past, bae, that broke ass n~gga a used~to~be
i understand you ain’t had a n~gga this lit, but you gotta get used to me
baby we been gettin’ money over on this side, the gang sh~t new to me
bae, you help me sell these ps, i’ll get you somethin’ out louis v
ain’t talkin’ bout the alphabet, but bro them bailin’ out the v
they ain’t search her at the door, bae how you fit that in them jeans
last n~gga tried to earn some rank got blowed to smithereens
i ain’t got no love songs, babe, f~ck me to this unreleased
youngin’ blow you down on cam, told them n~ggas i ain’t gon’ spam
i’m gettin’ too much f~ckin’ bread, i ain’t never work at panera
movin’ militant, the tweaker got more chops than the f~ckin’ military
i rap, but you can book me for a funeral, we get n~ggas buried
[chorus]
ballin’ on these n~gga so godd~mn long, i’mma need me a scholarship
brand new choppa from the military, n~gga, i ain’t even ‘posed to have this sh~t
ridin’ shotgun with this choppa, this not no sawed~off, i can’t get caught with this
boy i don’t know who shot who, all my shooters anonymous
that choppa put n~ggas in shape, last n~gga got caught ran out of oxygen
drop that bag, don’t ask if he dead, just cut on the news and watch that sh~t
can’t be scared, wanna bail out and catch you a head, gotta shoot with some confidence
i feel like vick, me and kreep in the ‘cat, but i’m d~gg~n’ this b~tch like a pit
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