Shootin’ sh*t lyrics

[Chorus]
Quit talking 'bout you and that shooting sh*t
Me and my n*ggas pull up, ruin sh*t
I'm addicted, dirty Fanta, screwing sh*t
I be geeked up, ready to shoot a n*gga
Stop talking 'bout it, show them what you doing, n*gga
That sh*t that you thinking, I'm doing, n*gga
I'm strapped up with a brew of n*ggas
Shoot a n*gga, we like, "Who that n*gga?"
Don't come around if you ain't on f*ck sh*t
It's just some raw, I can't function
Catch me clutching, n*gga, I be nauseous
Murder scene, leaving cautious
Surround myself with nothing but bosses
30 round Draco, hawk them
He didn't believe it till we chopped him
I don't even hear what you talking

[Verse 1]
He didn't believe it, she didn't believe it
Had to show them, you could see it
I'm conceited, my b*tch could see it
Ain't no green when she see it
30 rounds, call that hawking
Circle full of nothing but bosses
Smoke a L, but no losses
DrugRixh, how much do it cost you?
You know that I pull up in Austin
Big boogers, know they flawless
Leave the scene, know it's caution
I pour that mud, know it's potion
When you come from the bottom, can't give it up
The Rollie outdated but froze up
Every n*gga around me ready to shoot it up
You a little n*gga, you ain't dumb enough