Shots Fired lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Ain' that DJ Chose over there?)
One shot, two shot (Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Three shot, keep goin'

[Chorus]
Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (b*tch, I'm bad)
I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy)
Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Tax)
I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet
One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches)
Two shots if you sippin' Don Ju'
One shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with 'em (n*ggas keep the bag with 'em)
And two shots if your bankroll blue (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Lil' b*tch I'm gettin' money, give a f*ck about no drama
'Fore I add a b*tch online, I'ma add another comma (Yeah)
I might hit up KOD and throw like a 30K in dollars (Throw it all)
I ain't trippin', ain't no limit, blew that sh*t on this designer, uh
All you n*ggas should relax 'cause my n*ggas keep a MAC and they gon' use it (They gon' use it)
Say she with the sh*t, she gotta prove it (Yeah)
Look at how these b*tches wave ridin', I'm the blue print
Now I got these b*tches real mad, n*ggas choosin' (n*ggas choosin')
Ayy, strippers in the section, poppin' bottles straight flexin' (Ayy)
I don't need a n*gga ever, this a hunnid on my necklace (This a hunnid on my chain, b*tch)
This that new season Bottega, this expensive ass steppin'
Ayy, let me post up on the 'Gram 'cause that's the only thing she checkin' (On God)
[Chorus]
Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Ayy)
I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy)
Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Taxes)
I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (Ayy)
One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches)
Two shots if you sippin' Don Ju'
One shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with 'em (n*ggas keep the bag with 'em)
And two shots if your bankroll blue

[Verse 2]
Ayy, one here comes the two to the three to the four
Ayy, thirty thousand ones, can't see the motherf*ckin' floor (Okay)
The coupe like a bird, know we butterfly the doors (Skrr)
pus*y got him buyin' out the motherf*ckin' store (Ayy, ayy)
b*tch, I'm booked and busy
Turn around, another plane, I'm gettin' dizzy
What's her name? Ain't f*ckin' with me (Ain't f*ckin' with me)
I just let him taste it, he ain't even f*ck and can't forget me
Said, "Lakeyah you the one", that's a fact, now buy that Fendi, n*gga

[Chorus]
Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Ayy)
I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy)
Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Taxes)
I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (Ayy)
One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches)
Two shots if you sippin' Don Ju'
One shot for the n*ggas keep the bag with 'em (n*ggas keep the bag with 'em)
And two shots if your bankroll blue