Shoot Shit by JUUGBOIIXANTANA Lyrics
[Verse]
B-B-Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
And that Glock hit that boy, hoe, n-n-no question
I got AK-47, I got Glocks, tote Smith & Wesson
And that boy know I got that guwap, stick gone knock them off
Why the opps all up on my ass
And I be speeding in that coupe, and you know it going fast
Bitch, I got plenty bags, I flex on yo dad
He-he forty, ain't got bag, he be going out sad
Wa-wa-watch me hop out with that fucking stick, I got 'tended clips
He my son, he my fucking kid, that boy not legit
I pull up sliding with that fucking stick, my [?]
[Interlude]
Know what I'm saying, opps see me flexing, they hate that shit
[Verse 2]
S-Skkrt with that fire, skrrt with that nine
I ain't had no shit so I flex all the time
And I can't go out like a hoe, I need that money, perfect timing
I'm a plug, baby hoe, so this life all I know
And that boy wanna hate on my glo, and he don't want smoke cause I tote pole
I tote beam, I tote 223, lil boy don't play with me
Juugboi I'm so ice cold, he's look like a bozo
That boy he smoke preroll, I smoke pounds of big dope
W-w-woah, I just hopped out, flexed on a bum
Playing with my knots get you hit with the gun
Pull up in that hearse, bet he know what I'm doing
The easy way, I can't say, but the hard way is shooting
Bring yo ass in the woods, I ain't just known for bussin' juugs
I'm finna feed that boy a slug, off the percs, I go dumb
And I pull a chop on a bitch ass
[?]
Point blank bitch, I don't miss with that stick
Try to catch me lacking then I'm sliding with the clip
Pull out the chop, lit yo ass up, I let the sticks bust
You get ate, you get fucking sprayed, I got big cake
I get plenty cake, and the chop hit his face
I'm like Rambo, way that I shoot the pole
And yo bitch, she gone suck me up, she love the deepthroat
[Break]
Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
[Slowed Verse]
Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
And that Glock hit that boy, hoe, n-n-no question
I got AK-47, I got Glocks, tote Smith & Wesson
And that boy know I got that guwap, stick gone knock them off
Why the opps all up on my ass
And I be
B-B-Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
And that Glock hit that boy, hoe, n-n-no question
I got AK-47, I got Glocks, tote Smith & Wesson
And that boy know I got that guwap, stick gone knock them off
Why the opps all up on my ass
And I be speeding in that coupe, and you know it going fast
Bitch, I got plenty bags, I flex on yo dad
He-he forty, ain't got bag, he be going out sad
Wa-wa-watch me hop out with that fucking stick, I got 'tended clips
He my son, he my fucking kid, that boy not legit
I pull up sliding with that fucking stick, my [?]
[Interlude]
Know what I'm saying, opps see me flexing, they hate that shit
[Verse 2]
S-Skkrt with that fire, skrrt with that nine
I ain't had no shit so I flex all the time
And I can't go out like a hoe, I need that money, perfect timing
I'm a plug, baby hoe, so this life all I know
And that boy wanna hate on my glo, and he don't want smoke cause I tote pole
I tote beam, I tote 223, lil boy don't play with me
Juugboi I'm so ice cold, he's look like a bozo
That boy he smoke preroll, I smoke pounds of big dope
W-w-woah, I just hopped out, flexed on a bum
Playing with my knots get you hit with the gun
Pull up in that hearse, bet he know what I'm doing
The easy way, I can't say, but the hard way is shooting
Bring yo ass in the woods, I ain't just known for bussin' juugs
I'm finna feed that boy a slug, off the percs, I go dumb
And I pull a chop on a bitch ass
[?]
Point blank bitch, I don't miss with that stick
Try to catch me lacking then I'm sliding with the clip
Pull out the chop, lit yo ass up, I let the sticks bust
You get ate, you get fucking sprayed, I got big cake
I get plenty cake, and the chop hit his face
I'm like Rambo, way that I shoot the pole
And yo bitch, she gone suck me up, she love the deepthroat
[Break]
Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
[Slowed Verse]
Boy I stepped out with that draco on me, I ain't scared to shoot shit
Bitch I pop out with that big nine, make that boy look foolish
And they hate that I get cake, that-that my name hold weight
And you get sprayed, I don't fucking play, shoot that boy with perfect aim
And that Glock hit that boy, hoe, n-n-no question
I got AK-47, I got Glocks, tote Smith & Wesson
And that boy know I got that guwap, stick gone knock them off
Why the opps all up on my ass
And I be