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lirik lagu mgm lett - shoot

[intro: sl]
huh (al geno on the track)
when you hate me, say, “don’t do that,” tell you what and not to do (huh)
i know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon’ prove? (huh)
oh~oh (huh, huh, huh, huh)

[chorus: sl]
don’t get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain’t puttin’ on no flute
got attachment on the stick but we don’t use it when we shoot (you know, oh)
i ain’t tryna show my face, i came up poppin’ out the blue (blue)
i put tags up on the bags, i’m wrappin’ plastic, sh~t ain’t new (oh~oh)
look like h~ll up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon’ shoot (ayy)
i know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon’ prove? (prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
i take sl~ts to ‘bnbs and let them f~ck all on the crew (ayy, ayy)
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh~t was smooth

[verse 1: sl]
we been choppin’ sh~t for tank (ayy, go), know i love spinnin’ sh~t with woo (oh, oh)
spark from the draco hit my face ’cause i ain’t extend when i blew (oh~oh)
p~ssed on a ho (yeah, yeah), i thought i busted in her in the face, i blame them screws
say, where the real streets? (huh) how the f~ck that real be? (oh~oh, uh, huh)
pull up with lil’ 9, so we get closer, he know how we creep (creep)
that pistol close to me, that’s how i sleep (go, that’s how i sleep)
i hope them n~ggas know that cap sh~t ain’t gon’ last long (mm, mm, won’t last long)
still wake up early (oh~oh), hit the chop’ until them bags gone (them bags gone)
[verse 2: mgm lett]
put my mind up on this mic, i ain’t gotta hide sh~t (gotta hide sh~t)
don’t be iffy, pick the ticket, boy, my trap like prizepicks (swear my trap just like prizepicks)
i ain’t gotta wait on you to shop (shop), got n~ggas pull up, buyin’ quick (pull up, buyin’ quick)
them new chanel’s that i just copped, it’s for my b~tch, a size six (oh,~oh, a size six)
the streets so watered down, i wake up and just pray and hope it changed (i just pray and hope it changed)
if you waited and not lazy, might can join the motion game (might can join the motion game)
i pop my sh~t for all them times i had one pair of school pants (one pair of school pants)
in the club standin’ still, my chain bust out a cool dance (oh~oh, my chain bust out a cool dance)
catch an opp up up in traffic, he get hit through all doors (uh, get hit through all doors)
man, that lil’ ho know what’s happenin’ (oh, oh, oh), had that b~tch on all fours (had that b~tch on all fours)
i spent a ticket on my ears, you heard a n~gga said what? (a n~gga said what?)
quarterback, let him corner sh~t, like down, say hut (oh~oh, don’t say hut)
i pass up n~ggas like shedeur (true), i can never be a runner (no)
just tryna stay up out of jail (oh) ’cause n~ggas swell like travis hunter (oh~oh, for sure)
all my life i had to pop it (pop it), ’cause that broke sh~t, it ain’t cute (cute)
i’m in the smurf with that boy sl, all them n~ggas know is shoot (no)

[chorus: sl]
don’t get flipped for tryna pop it, we ain’t puttin’ on no flute
got attachment on the stick but we don’t use it when we shoot (no)
i ain’t tryna show my face, i came up poppin’ out the blue (blue, oh, oh, oh)
i put tags up on the bags, i’m wrappin’ plastic, sh~t ain’t new (oh, oh)
look like h~ll up on that block, got all this fire, know he gon’ shoot (ayy)
i know baby snake draw blood in the street, how they gon’ prove? (prove, ayy, ayy, oh)
i take sl~ts to ‘bnbs and let them f~ck all on the crew (ayy, ayy)
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh~t was smooth
[outro: sl]
huh, huh, huh
fat boy landin’ with them packs, back to the spot, that sh~t was smooth
huh, yeah
i know baby snake draw blood in the streets, how they gon’ prove?

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