Shoota by D1 Drex Lyrics

(Intro)

Call up my shooter
Call up my shooter (what)
Aim it at your dulla (what)
Call up my shoota (what)
Aim it at your dulla (Bow)
Call up my shooter (what)
Aim it at your dulla
Call up my shooter
Aim it at your dulla
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up (ou)

(Verse)

Call up my shoota (skirt)
Aim it at your dulla (skirt, skirt)
Pull out the ruger (the ruger)
We can get into it (yeah)
Heard you talking on my name, little bitch your fucking stupid
(bitch your stupid)
You’ve been sleeping on my floor and now your talking ruthless
(Okay)
Don’t want your bitch (your bitch)
She gone fuck the clique (ou)
All your homeboys pussy nigga they be turning trx (turning trx)
You swear that’s your homeboy how you let him fuck your bitch
(Okay)
I heard you a blood but nigga you ain’t popping shit (okay)
I brought the maybach could’ve brought the rose (skirt,skirt)
Bitch I know some real shooters they gone whip your nose
(Bow)
Your bitch ninety-five pounds she can’t touch the pole
(Little bitch you stupid)
Swear you smacking ass nigga you be smacking bones
(Okay, Okay)
(Outro)
Call up my shooter
Aim it at your dulla (bow)
Call up my shooter
Aim it at your dulla (what)
Call up shooter (what)
Aim it at your dulla (what)
Bitch I got this ruger
We can get into it
Call up my shooter (bow)
Aim it at your dulla
Call up my shooter
Aim it at your (bow)