Shots Fired

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Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
 Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (huh?)
 Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
 Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (fuck you)
 You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday (hahaha)
 Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (what?)
 I don't want you on a bitch, believe you wouldn't've been invited
 And if it weren't for me, same week you would've been indicted (should've let them lock your ass up)
 You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
 Now y'all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a puss in boots
 You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22 (baow-baow-baow)
 Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
 A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings (ah)
 Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (he a bitch)
 We all know the shit I coulda came back with (little ass nigga)
 He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars and goofy shit
 I told him "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (what's poppin'?)
 Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
 And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
 Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (fuck y'all)
 A bitch who he fuckin' or a hoe that he payin', uh
 Imagine me, hahahaha
 Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy ass niggas
 And you fuckin' goofy ass bitches
 Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
 Who you takin' shots at, goofy ass nigga?
 Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
 And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
 Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
 Ooh, shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
 They confused, they hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
 Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
 I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched caught a loss had something to say, ayy
 I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
 They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
 I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
 Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
 Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
 I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all name
 Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
 Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
 I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
 And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
 You'd think I was a killer, how these niggas scared as shit
 I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
 Who you takin' shots at, goofy ass bitch?
 Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
 I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
 I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
 Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
 FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
 Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
 Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
 Who you takin' shots at? Shut up wit' your scary ass
 No profile pic bitch, your mama shouldn't've had
 Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
 Next nigga send a shot, I'ma send it right back (ah)
 Brrt, brrt
 Brrt, haha (ah)
 Shoulda let them lock your ass up
 Pussy
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
2
Tempo
184 BPM

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