Shots Fired lyrics

[Produced By Paris Beuller & Rok Steady]

[Hook]
It been a lot of sneak dissing going on
n*ggas hating, b*tches hating, cause we going strong
n*ggas, b*tches, bet that price I got to get em gone
On the internet beefing, we can get it on
Shots fired [x4]
It been a lot of sneak dissing going on
n*ggas hating, b*tches hating, cause we going strong

[Verse 1]
What you mean I’m cool? I’m hot
I’m on my block, I tote my Glocks
I’m on your ass, your ass is dumb
You think I’m not, your ass a fraud
Think it’s war, then fire some shots
All your squad can’t count no knots
You superman, you saving thots
I’m the sh*t, b*tch I’m a boss
Get knocked off, I get em off
Designer sh*t, b*tch f*ck the cost
300 with me, hit em hard
Play with me, you get em chopped
Twitter beef will get em killed
Instagram comments get em killed
If you 'bout a beef for real
I had this name before I had this deal
Screaming names will get you murked
Put on a shirt, I put in work
OTF, my n*ggas worse
We stay strapped, seatbelts and purse
The tommy I got, got a job, shoot at ops, my tommy work
f*ck your squad, my squad we hot
If it’s beef, we send shots first
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All these rappers in Chicago
All these rappers, they the same thing
We took off and now they mad, but who is 300 to blame
Call [?], bring that thang, I called up bro, he bring that chain
All this sh*t up out that [?]
All these b*tches want that fame
Treat my guys, I send em bread
I do me, b*tch I’m the sh*t
How you get robbed and you ahead
You ain’t out here, b*tch you scared
I lost [?] and I lost [?]
I lost family, I lost cake
All these n*ggas turned to snakes
Free Buchanan, I can’t wait
He get out, they change their face
I call a bust, ain’t talking pace
I smoke loud blunts to the face
I f*ck forty, give her face
17, I caught my case
So don’t be victim till my case
Cokeboy, I’m a cokeboy
I got dope boy, just stay in your lane
[Hook]