ShootOut Lyrics

(I'm working on dying)
Roll the blunt, James, please, bruh
Thank you, my brother
You dig? Greenhearted
Woo, woo, woo
Let's get it
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, spread my wings
Uh, uh, uh, uh, get my lane
Yeah, that's what it is, nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
For real, okay

Opp on sight, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Cops outside, shootin' niggas (brr brr)
Baby momma outside, shoot a nigga (brr)
Why you walkin' with your chop? Shoot a nigga (brr brr)
If you on trial, shoot a nigga (brr brr)
All my niggas doin' time, shoot a nigga (brr)
See a bitch you don't like, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (yeah)

I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, rah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (ya digg)
Green beam, I’ma hit my target (bow)
Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your bitch on molly (rah, rah, rah)

And I got your bitch off molly (facts, yuh)
Top notch spill, no stylist (yuh)
Got a hundred round drum my closet (yuh)
Got the Gucci smellin' like gunpowder (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Baby, the ice don't get much louder (SSET)
[?] the price, don't need much better (brr)
Bet your girlfriend drained my bladder (woo)
24k golden showers
Got a bitch to text me, you would think it's Ripley's
Believe it or not, she said she finna fuck the whole team
I don't really give a fuck for pussy, money, or lean
You know I love confrontation, tell them drop the addy

Opp on sight, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Cops outside, shootin' niggas (brr brr)
Baby momma outside, shoot a nigga (brr)
Why you walkin' with your chop? Shoot a nigga (brr brr)
If you on trial, shoot a nigga (brr brr)
All my niggas doin' time, shoot a nigga (brr)
See a bitch you don't like, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (yeah)

I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (rah, rah)
I'ma do the Benz, no 'Rari (fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (ya digg)
Green beam, I’ma hit my target (bow)
Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your bitch on molly (rah, rah, rah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't even gon' say nothing
Pull up in the whip, push buttons
Rolls-Royce big, it's a hummer
Man, I hope you don't love her
That girl that you dropped out with, man, I had that bitch last summer
Let's get it
Girl like, let's stop, uh
Chopper like T.I, uh
[?]
Bitch, I got three eyes
Slatt, that's a beehive
Green like keylime
[?] three sights
And this chopper, that's a P90

Yeah, yeah
Greenhearted
SSET
Falconia
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi

[?] 30-inch on my smith and rims
I can't see no hater diamond Cartier on my lens
I turn to Darth Vader, matte-black, yeah, that's on my Benz
Eastside red [?]
Fucked your bitch like once again
Smoke out the pound, you smokin' out the corner still got a bitch up in Lauderdale
I just put my dick up right in your daughter still
My diamonds they water still
Had to leave 'em bitches sparklin', sparklin' still
'Cause I paid a half a mil'
No, no, no, you don't get no cash for real
I just spent half a reel
...
Smoke gas bitch, [?]
Make a bitch shake, crumpet
Hit it from the back, hump it
[?] you better duck it
Pass it, brand new 'Rari, don't crash it
My new bitch she nasty
Suck on my dick 'til her lips get ashy
Hold on
[?]
[?] my hair off one side
Told that bitch I feel like Gatsby
I'm the one always in charge, I cannot sit in no back seat
I had to pull out my Rar'
Told that bitch please do not cap me
[?]
Made that bitch say, "Oh my god"
[?]
She gave me neck like a tie