lirik lagu monewaypeso - shoot first
[intro]
bleeda gang
they know what up with us
we been leavin’ stains, n~gga
[verse]
dirty world that we live in
pick that side, you get picked out (get picked out)
ain’t sh~t safe, not even that b~tch that you f~ck, she gon’ get chalked
red bandanna ’round the pap
knew who it was, b~tch, we lay law
b~tch, stop playin’
that drac’ the last thing he saw (aight)
long live the guys
free them bleedas
hol’ up, free them trigger squeezers, trained shooters (trained shooters)
.223 with a sixty ball
dooski still use rugers (still use rugers)
don’t be stupid
mention the gang like we don’t film movies on n~ggas block when we shootin’
use your brain before you lose it
i’m like john wick when he lost his dog
i’m out my mind tryna touch anything that’s f~ckin’ with any one of them sides
that sh~t be for the ‘gram
he fakin’, knowin’ d~mn well he ain’t no savage
his son hidin’, gang tried to zip his daddy
glock 23 on me, a opp play, coolin’ with osama (coolin’ with osama)
float down that b~tch street
they say it’s beef, we gon’ cook it with no problem (aight)
get from over there
they copped out tried to go surf in the bottom
hop out, i’m tryna show a b~tch this what happen when i spot ya (rrrt)
arp and the micro, the two in the front got handguns
on a drill, i’ll never fold (i’ll never fold)
up your sh~t, i bet i’ll stand one
gang step, we want a soul (want a soul)
i missed, double back, i gotta blam somethin’
f~ck ’round and pick a role
run to your door and get a in~one
n~gga scared to get in the field
his partner smashed
go get his remix
n~gga dissed me in a song, just want some fame
i can’t believe this (uh~uh)
on frontline, strapped with a .223, don’t know nothin’ ’bout no defense (don’t know nothin’ ’bout no defense)
4th quarter pressure, almost left shh face slumped on the cement (yeah)
they know i’m vicious
grew up ’round street n~ggas k!llin’ robbers
known fact that gang put in work
we’ll sn~tch a n~gga mama
or better yet’ll sn~tch his toddler
b~tch, i hang with real shottas that’ll close somethin’ (yeah)
switch and get ghost
b~tch, shoutout to don dada
ain’t with that sideline beef
keep it street, or get your grave dug (yeah)
punch, drag ya, and step back on a drill and shoot this b~tch like j. harden (harden)
they with the sh~ts
call that b~tch doa
don’t never graze nothin’
whop ruthless
paranoid, booted off henny tryna snake somethin’ (tryna snake somethin’)
ain’t a n~gga in the city they could say peso copped out to
step up to me, i’ma show you how i get down and come off you
what up? you tryna f~ck with that?
these n~ggas, they ain’t ’bout sh~t
we bust brains, leave n~ggas with a bloodstain on they outfit (rrrt)
i keep one in the head (rrrt)
if i don’t get off first, i’ma die to the side when i shoot back (brrt, brrt)
my og gon’ lose her mind, she about peso gettin’ whacked (brrt, brrt)
we step first tryna slump sh~t (brrt)
don’t believe in gettin’ whacked
don’t believe in gettin’ whacked
[outro]
i keep one in the head
if i don’t get off first, i’ma do to the other side
mhm, she about peso
i’m tryna—
don’t believe in gettin’ whacked
don’t believe in gettin’ whacked
peso
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