Shot ’Em Down lyrics

[Intro]
It's Kosfinger baby
Grah
Grah
Grah
Boom
Like what
Like what
Like n*ggas know what it is, thats [?} n*gga
Suck my di*k
R.I.P AJ
AJ get busy

[Hook]
You dont really know how we coming
Like never, who that lil n*gga? thats me
Mr. knock a n*gga off his feet
Im tryna put a n*gga under
Im tryna put a n*gga under sheets
Im tryna put dump on more then just a beat
We playing soccer [?] more than just the cleats
I got a [?] shooter we elite
We catch a [?]
Grah
Move back or get clapped
6 5 K got me punching on Makks
Move tact, dont lack
And the first one we catch put his ass in a pack
Jacob still dumb for dying with his strap
[?] my demon hanging out the back
Just one dumb move we show you why we tact
Ain't never touch mе, lil n*gga thats cap
Like
[Say Drilly Verse]
Now he dead
f*ck a lеg
Aiming for his head
EJ got punched put him in a bed
And if i catch sosa you heard what i said
Like n*ggas be pus*y never sending lead
I got carly someone pick her friend
Setty seen me and on bro n*gga fled
We had him in court moving like a fed
Now lets talk on the S how Smelly got left
n*ggas ran poked him in his chest
CJ got caught put him to the test
[?] in his head tryna make a mess
And bam got mad i was f*cking his b*tch
Too bad n*gga eat a di*k
Rico got beat got shot on his trip
But they never tried to take a trip
Grah
Grah
Grah
Grah
Grah
Boom
Like what
Like what
Like
[Negative D1 Verse]
f*ck all the opps that nut on my di*k
They ain't outside they got no hits
Any sh*t you turn into a spliff
Oh i seen thats say drilly he throwing the six
Ima ride with it
Ain't no place in the world im slide with it
Tryna line me im dying with it
f*ck with the opps you dying with them
We can't find him we flocking at his friend
n*ggas run everytime we [?]
[?] n*ggas ducking Rekk
He thought he was balling i put him on the bench
[?] bro like she tryna shake it on me i told her no
Like baby im toting this pole
You reach for this chain and ima let it go
Go
Too tact
Too smuts
He got lined by a b*tch
Then she link, she linking a grip
Ya mans got hit you still ain't do sh*t
You made a diss so you ain't pick up no grip
I got a .40 tryna make him famous
Im with saucy he give him a facelift
Lenny got locked he ain't writing no statements
He just got hit n*ggas know it get dangerous
Run the block tryna catch me an opp
Tryna line we both getting shot
n*ggas talkign we know they get popped
You talkign on bro we send em to the top
[Hook]
You dont really know how we coming
Like never, who that lil n*gga? thats me
Mr. knock a n*gga off his feet
Im tryna put a n*gga under
Im tryna put a n*gga under sheets
Im tryna put dump on more then just a beat
We playing soccer [?] more than just the cleats
I got a [?] shooter we elite
We catch a [?]
Grah
Move back or get clapped
6 5 K got me punching on Makks
Move tact, dont lack
And the first one we catch put his ass in a pack
Jacob still dumb for dying with his strap
[?] my demon hanging out the back
Just one dumb move we show you why we tact
Ain't never touch me, lil n*gga thats cap
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