Shoot Yo Mans lyrics

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, b*tch, I'm high
All my n*ggas, they gon' ride
All my n*ggas, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f*ck up my plans
Heard that n*gga want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans

[Verse 1: ATL Smook]
Yeah, no guitar, I play with bands
I call your b*tch, she bring a friend
I flex so hard, they cannot stand
I got this sh*t out the mud, I didn't need no helping hand
Lean so hard, I don't think I can stand
Chopper blowing like a fan, ooh
Dirty kitchen, pots and pans
My wrist love to dirty dance
I spent one K on my pants
I might take a trip to France
Count a backend when I land
Drip on me came from Japan
He say he gang, he not my mans, ooh
For the fam, I gotta go hard
Yeah, you know it's Stack or Starve
Foreign cars parked in my yard
Foreign cars in the garage
I said lil' b*tch we living large
Life's a gamble, play your cards
If you stay down, you gon' go far, yeah
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, b*tch, I'm high
All my n*ggas, they gon' ride
All my n*ggas, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f*ck up my plans
Heard that n*gga want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans

[Verse 2: JWitDaBeam]
Ayy, all of my n*ggas, they rob
All of us felons, we can't get a job
I done did some dirt on the way to the top
Just like the Glock, I know I'ma pop
My mom know I'm trapping, she want me to stop
These n*ggas be hatin' but they stuck in cost
I got it from [?] straight drop
When I turned thirteen, fell in love with a Glock
Every day I wake up, I go get the bag
I f*cked this b*tch, had to shoot her mans
I'm up in the trap, I want one more band
I can't see the hate through these Cartier lens
I can't see the hate
These n*ggas ain't real, boy, they fake
Every day, n*gga, I run up the cake
That n*gga try me, he get shot in the face
I got a scope, so do not run
Come back [?] I tote a gun
I f*ck her once and then I'm done
That ho fell in love, she think I'm the one
You knew what it was right from the jump
I'm still in the trap, I rap for fun
I make ten bands every first of the month
How that's your mans? He don't got a gun
[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Ayy
Running to the money, I ain't gettin' tired
Gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
Gotta keep that stick on my side
Won't say hi, b*tch, I'm high
All my n*ggas, they gon' ride
All my n*ggas, they gon' slide
They don't need a reason why
All these bands, I pulled that Glock right out my pants
Yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f*ck up my plans
Heard that n*gga want some smoke, I might just have to shoot her mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might have to shoot your mans (Yeah)
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans
I might have to shoot your mans, oh
n*gga playin' with these bands
But, lil' n*gga, I ain't playin'
I might just go shoot your mans