MR. HE GONE SHOOT lyrics

[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
You ain't living like that n*gga, aye
What you say, n*gga? What you say, n*gga?
Aye, aye, what you say, n*gga? Aye (Music by [?] Beats)
Like what n*ggas really wanna do with it?
We got Glocks, FNs, chops
Dirty sticks in that motherf*cker
Aye
(Set, gang)

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Push up on 'em with that stick, n*gga
He ran up on me and got hit, n*gga, aye
Backdoored, he got stripped, n*gga
Aye, we got that location from that b*tch, n*gga
Tried to slide, cuddy ate that whip, n*gga
And these shots gon' last, we got stick, n*gga
Tough guy, I ain't worried 'bout no big n*gga
No Liu Kang but this chopper, it got kick, n*gga
Aye, f*cking on this [?], n*gga, ain't worried 'bout no new n*gga
I'm all on the sucker side with this new tool, n*gga
Had to ditch my last blammy, I was acting a fool with it
I was tryna down that n*gga, up the score, new digit
Yeah, I want that new money, yeah, I want that new Bentley
But if we see them n*ggas then, b*tch, we throw the whole fifty
[?] like, n*gga, what you going through? In the bity better keep a tool
b*tch, I keep that squirter on me, yeah, Mr. He Gon' Shoot
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be & EBK JaayBo]
Aye, he rude, pull out that K, Mr. He Gon' Shoot
n*ggas acting hard until we catch 'em, what you wanna do?
n*gga, you ain't even up the strap, sucker in front of you (Set, set)
n*gga, ain't no pass, pull that smerkish move (It's the gang)
We rude, pull out that GLOCK, Mr. He Gon' Shoot
You ain't even got one up top, n*gga, just tell the truth
If them n*ggas come through flocking, what you finna do?
Take this n*gga pistol, what you gon' do? (Aye)
I'm rude

[Verse 2: EBK JaayBo & EBK Juvie]
Aye, Mr. He Gon' Shoot (Gon' shoot)
We them n*ggas that slid tripping so what you gon' do? (What you gon' do, n*gga?)
And I ain't giving no more passes, I'll smoke you
Keep your tail tucked 'cause this street sh*t ain't for you (It ain't for you)
Slo-Be, kill this man if he make a move (Kill this man)
I got a F in art class but I'll paint this dude (I'll paint this dude)
Juvie said you better bust if I pass the K to you (You better bust)
Mask on, mask off like it's Halloween (Halloween)
But I'll do a skit barefaced, I don't need a ski
He said my name, now we on his head like some [?]
Now that n*gga gone, oh my god, it's a mystery
My brother fighting for his freedom and it hurt my soul
Catch a sucker, he gon' take a shot and it's not Patrón
Hella b*tches wanna tap in 'cause they know I'm on
Mr. He Gon' Shoot, now that n*gga gone
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Aye, he rude, pull out that K, Mr. He Gon' Shoot
n*ggas acting hard until we catch 'em, what you wanna do?
n*gga, you ain't even up the strap, sucker in front of you (Set, set)
n*gga, ain't no pass, pull that smerkish move (It's the gang)
We rude, pull out that GLOCK, Mr. He Gon' Shoot
You ain't even got one up top, n*gga, just tell the truth
If them n*ggas come through flocking, what you finna do?
Take this n*gga pistol, what you gon' do?
I'm rude