Shoot lyrics

[Refrain]
Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll)
Freaky b*tch on go, she gone off the roll (Roll)
Run up in your house like I’m commando (Do)
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (DJ Dee Boogie, n*gga, bow)

[Interlude]
.30 on 'em, pull up in that Rover
f*ckin' that b*tch for hours and I told her, "Go," ayy
I pull up with .30s and Rovers, pull up with .30s and Rovers
I'm shootin' like dominos, yeah
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up

[Chorus]
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

[Verse 1]
Strapped like it’s Belly, you singing, R. Kelly
You play, it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly
I'm counting up fetti, you talking already
I pull up with choppers that come with machetes
I’m f*cking on Betty, her head got me steady
I call her Little Caesars, that b*tch hot and ready
My gun a Little Caesars, that b*tch hot and ready
I dumped my lil' b*tch, now that b*tch hot and jealous
Hold up, let me catch my breath
Shoot a n*gga 'til he dead, say he killed himself
Fill 'em up with holes like a criminal
Paralyzed waist down, now he can’t feel himself
Roll with my gang man, I swear it ain’t nothing else
Freaky b*tch, I make her touch herself
I’m balling in town, look like f*ck a ref
Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath
Woah, 007, hit him with the weapon, gotta go
When the police come, dip underground
Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around
Lil' bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram
Shh, don’t make a sound
[Chorus]
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)

[Refrain]
Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll)
Freaky b*tch on go, she gone after a roll (Roll)
Run up in your house like I’m commando (Do)
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (Bow)

[Verse 2]
Homicides, b*tch, we known for that
Screenshotting sh*t, I text her, "You too grown for that"
Yeah, that trap sh*t, I got two phones for that
I’m a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch
Stop what you're doing
Thirty-three in my clip, that’s Patrick Ewing
Open up wide, girl, I’m looking for the chewing
Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing
It's the nina with the cooling
Mask on, AR, b*tch, that’s on my side
PRG, 700, we don’t let sh*t slide (Crip)
We don’t let sh*t slide (Crip), n*gga play with me, I ride (Crip)
b*tch, I’m Crippin' with the guys, we get up with three high fives
[Chorus]
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)
Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at?)