Shoot Who lyrics

[Intro: Memo600]
([?] on the beat)
Steve Drive, Six O
Steve Drive

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Memo600]
Shoot who? Call, you better run, n*gga
Zaza in my lungs, n*gga
f*ck her, get her funds, n*gga
My opps ain’t no fun, n*gga
DaDa, that’s that one n*gga (Yeah)
One call, then he come, n*gga (Yeah)
G-Locks filled with drums, n*gga (Yeah)
That one opp turned to runts, n*gga (Yeah)
Flood my watch, baguette, ayy, he scary, ayy
Since he been around me lately, now he tryna carry K's
Since his ass got robbed, he carry me, he ain’t even carry K
I sh*t when I drunk Wock’, that’s why I don’t drink that sh*t, I hate that sh*t (Steve Drive)

[Verse 2: Memo600]
How so much scrappers? (Scrap) Tooka, b*tch, I can’t feel my face (Tooka)
Please do not tweak with gang, it’s a lot of guns in this place (Uh-uh)
Fifty shots in this glizzy, me and my boys, we want Get Back (Brrah, brrah, brrah)
Snitch K, f*ck 12, tell ‘em pus*y n*ggas free Mak' (Free Mak')
My sixers (Sixers), they pullin’ up (Six O), they get that phone call though (Phone call)
We ain’t even gon’ talk about that Get Back for Waldo (4-0)
Bullets, I holler (Hot, hot), I’m with my folks on 7th
Think you low and them boys gon' catch you
Pull up, bail out and apply that pressure (Gah, gah, gah)
Melly (Come here), Zeko (Ze'), pull up, empty this b*tch and reload (Steve Drive)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk & Memo600]
Pull up, hop out the SS
A clip from the mag’ make a mess
Whenever, put three in his chest
Doo-doo-doo, on ‘em, throw, stretch
f*ck the oops, b*tch, three, four, six
Doo-doo-doo, big four nick'
Why y’all praise dude? He ain’t on sh*t
Found a K too, finesse his whole sh*t
Couple opps died, I be gettin’ blessed
Hangin’ over easy, died at Cross Weston
Know a two six, he a big stepper
He got two switch, make sh*t messy
Killed the main opp, but he ain’t get credit
Backdoor his ass, bet he gon’ let ‘em
Money on his ass, what you gon’ tell ‘em?
Two headshots, bet he keep sweatin’ (Steve Drive)