Shots Fired lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Coca
Uh

[Verse 1 ]
Young Coca, the realest kid
All I see is fake sh*t, I ain't feelin' it
They all talkin', I ain't hearin' it
I be wishin' a b*tch would
I ain't fearin' sh*t
These hoes weak and it makes me sick
Not f*ckin' with you hoes is what made me rich
b*tch, look I hate to quit
So I hustle like a beast cause I'm made for this
Gettin' money that's my favorite
It's all cocaine white and I paid for it
But it ain't easy, I'mma savor it
I went to work, while you muthaf*ckas prayed for it
Check it, Ok
I came to eat all the cake
I'm hungry in this place
And b*tches lookin' like bait
I get it in because I'm born to grind
Hit up every f*ckin' country
I been tourin' from time ho
Anybody hatin' you can suck di*k
I don't f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with
Money the only thing I'm in love with
I'm just gettin' bigger and I love it
Askin' for favors but can't afford me
Tell the people the truth
Don't change the story
And after all the drama I'm still not tired
But I ain't playin' no games b*tch
Shots fired
[hook]
I don't f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with
(young coca, young coca)
Shots fired
Anybody hatin' you can suck di*k
Shots fired
I don't f*ck with n*ggas I don't f*ck with
(young coca, young coca)
Shots fired
Anybody hatin' you can suck di*k
Shots fired

[skit]
Sharkeisha no
Don't, don't kick her sharkeisha
Don't kick her

[Verse 2]
This for the hoes before
I used to ride with
The same b*tches the youngin used to get high with
To all the hoes in the rap game or wack game
The same b*tches with small minds and wack fame
Selling you pus*y, you set a low bar
Shamin' us females who f*ckin' go hard
My generation got no stars
I only see me and Chain link so far
If you mad b*tch step it up
You ain't a bad b*tch, sad b*tch
You set that up
Them haters hatin' but my head is up
Just watch what I do cause I said enough
I be flowin', spittin', they f*ckin' know
Cause these hoes is trippin'
And I'm f*ckin' cold
I ain't the greatest but I'll f*ckin' grow
Don't doubt me, without me there's no f*ckin' show
To all the new people tryin' to fly in
To get a seat with us, it ain't no buy-ins
You tryin' to eat with us, you must be wildin'
Watch how you treatin' us we get to firin'
I got b*tches on standby who ridin'
It's guaranteed my b*tches will get violent
And after all the drama I'm still not tired
But I ain't playin' no games b*tch
Shots fired