SHOOTOUT lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Robb Bank$]
(This is a public service announcement)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't even gotta say nothing (Nothing)
Pull up in the whip, push buttons
Man, I hope you don't love her
That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that b*tch last summer (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out) (I think I might be happy)
Lemme get em (SSET, SSET, SSET)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
b*tch, I'm the real prince up in my city
Should have died on the percocet (Yuh)
Ridin' with a yellow hoe in a little red Corvette
Purple rain all on my lips (Mwah)
God as my witness, I'll slay me a princess (Yuh)
Check it off the bucket list (Yuh, yuh)
b*tch, crown me, please, top me off like a king
And I like tea and crumpets with the head (SSET)
Wet, wet, got your b*tch wet
I ain't c*m and she got upset (Yeah)
She a 10 outta 10 outta motherf*ckin' 10
She hold all my weapons like f*ckin Shippuden
Imma test that b*tch like a Chunin Exam (Yeah)
Black diamond pinky ring, 20 bands
Turn around, smack a b*tch, same hand
f*ck her off the perc, nutted, did the Diddy dance (Mwah)
Shiny suit flow, boy I'm bad
Shut down the studio, still make a band
Feel like a skinny ass Biggie in my 20s when I'm thumbin through these 50s, and I'm in faith's hands (Mwah)
I'm switching these b*tches like glizzies
A switch on the glizzy, a switch on the glizzy (Mwah)
I'm switchin' these b*tches (Mwah)
I'm switchin' these glizzies (Mwah)
I'm switchin' these glizzies (Mwah, mwah)
I'm spinnin' again (Mwah, mwah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pop that perc, that 3 to the 30-inch on my spinnin' rims (Right, let's go)
I can't see no hater, diamond Cartier on my lens (Stevie Wonder)
I turn to Darth Vader, matte-black, yeah, that's on my Benz (Star Wars)
Inside red, lightsaber, f*cked your b*tch like once again
Smoke out the pound, you smokin' out the quarter still, got a b*tch in Fort Lauderdale
I just put my di*k up right in your daughter still
My diamonds they water still (Water)
Had to leave 'em b*tches sparklin', sparklin' still
'Cause I paid a half a mil'
No, no, no, you don't get no cash for real
I just spent half a reel (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Robb Bank$]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't even gotta say nothing
Pull up in the whip, push buttons
Rolls-Royce big, it's a hummer (Vroom)
Man, I hope you don't love her
That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that b*tch last summer
Shoot
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & Robb Bank$]
Smoke gas, b*tch, better lung it
Make a b*tch shake, crumpin'
Hit it from the back, hump it
If I throw the hoop, n*gga, you better dunk it (dunk it)
Yeah, dunk it, I won't pass it
No glove, beat it up like Cassius (Skrrrrt)
My new b*tch she nasty
Suck on my di*k 'til her lips get ashy (let's get it)
Hold on, slowly, uh, faster
Cut off my hair on one side
Told that b*tch I feel like Cassie (SSET)
I told her it wasn't me (Yuh)
Told that b*tch I feel like Shaggy (Yeah)
Brought that b*tch right to my yard (Yard)
Told that b*tch please do not cap me (Huh?)
Yeah, little b*tch, I'm a dog
Pockets outta shape, but I ball (Yuh)
Got a b*tch from Philly that I f*ck
I hit it too hard and she say that I'm drunk (Yuh, mwah, haha, mwah)
Yeah, the di*k made that b*tch cry
She gave me neck like a tie
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Robb Bank$]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't even gotta say nothing
Pull up in the whip, push buttons
Rolls-Royce big, it's a hummer (Vroom)
Man, I hope you don't love her
That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that b*tch last summer
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Shoot)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
Lemme get em (Shoot out)
Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)
[Outro: Soulja Boy]
It's time to do my dance, pulling up my pants
Posted on the dance floor, in my pimpin' stance