lirik lagu clout camo – shoot.
(verse 1)
i got the gun, i got the strap
we gonna have fun, you gonna get capped
i’m chewing on gum, smoking on crack
p~ssy gon’ run, i pull out the mac
i’m f~ckin it up, hit from the back
f~ck i got gat, b~tch it’s gon blast
you know what i’m sayin, b~tch ain’t no playin
we getting to spraying and ain’t no refraining
i’m done with the p~ssy, talkin for clout
smoking on cookie, gun in your mouth
shoot on his face, we takin him out
i ain’t afraid you know what i’m bout
f~ckin it up, draco gon bust
cum on the b~tt, ain’t got no trust
no time for a b~tch, roll up a swish
p~ssy talk sh~t but he ain’t gonna diss
(verse 2)
sippin on potion, i got no emotion
i set it in motion, yo what’s the commotion
i’m out on the block and i’m running from the cops
and i ain’t gonna stop so i pull out my glock and i let it pop pop
like f~ck i got shot and ill pull up bmw
no i don’t f~ck with you, my whip it be new and my b~tches be blue
(verse 3)
aye
talkin bout smurf, pull up on your block
and i pull up on your turf and i’m walking on the sidewalk
pull up with a new heat got the bad b~tch, black b~tch
in the backseat, tripping off a maxi
riding in a taxi, you know that my racks be great
cum on her face i gave her a taste, yo xannies be laced
uh huh you gonna meet yo fate
greatest alive i feel like i’m drake
you run up on me and you made a mistake
talkin that sh~t like you want a taste
glock come out take a bullet to the face
aye
sipping on wockhardt brand new whip go fast like a go kart
pull up at yo walmart, cop like a mall cop b~tch call him paul blart
(verse 4)
f~ckin on a thick thot, big shot, f~ck cops
cruising in a droptop, big glock big c~ck
counting my guap with my b~tch on the side
you know that i ride, see p~ssy and dive
this sh~t is so easy i don’t even try
i’m trying my best i’m working on dying
i don’t get no rest, see p~ssy its flying
i can’t even guess these hoes they be lying
(verse 5)
lets go
done with this sh~t
i hit it and quit
i’m goin all out
and i got the new fit
i’m tryin it out
i’m getting real lit
i’m flying it now
i don’t gotta sip
i’m snappy
run up on your pappy i’m nasty
fat like my racks be chillin at zaxby
i am not happy i’m happy as peep be
sleepy, know whos always creeping sleeping
running from my demons, reasons i try to get out
makin it work i’m goin all out
i’m doin it first you know what i’m bout
don’t got a curse but i like the sound
b~tches got thirst, i got the round
i’m so diverse, i smoke out the pound b~tch
b~tch
smoke out the pound b~tch
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