Shots Fired lyrics

[Intro: Tray Savage]
Turn up man, glory boyz man
Ride around in my hood, shots fired man
Ride around in my hood, bop, bop, huh

[Chrous: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad b*tch and I f*cked the b*tch, but the b*tch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock sh*t, I blow a lil n*gga down
You sneak dissing, you b*tch n*gga, I send his ass to the clouds
This b*tch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil b*tch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n*ggas tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n*ggas down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n*ggas, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound

[Verse 1: Capo]
Me and Tray Savage, we let them shots fly
Pull up at the stop sign, won't stop firing
Other city with the sh*ts, n*gga stop lyin'
Me and formo got the fist up to his mouth now
Your rap career not goin' anywhere, so stop tryin'
Plot in my house and you see me where no shots fired
We in traffic, smoking dope, got them 50s tucked
Me and Glo runnin', when you see us, give it up
We gon' shoot yo dumbass boy if you don't have enough
We gon' blast yo dumbass boy because you actin' tough
And I know that you have something, have something
4-0 knock his noodles off his conscious, his conscious
I get laughed at, you get blast at (Get blast at)
5K for them features man I'm pass that (I'm pass that)
See a opp walkin' while I'm drivin', got the ratchet pass it to Tray Savage
I ain't killin' no civilians, when you see me you know I'ma blast now
[Chrous: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad b*tch and I f*cked the b*tch, but the b*tch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock sh*t, I blow a lil n*gga down
You sneak dissing, you b*tch n*gga, I send his ass to the clouds
This b*tch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil b*tch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n*ggas tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n*ggas down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n*ggas, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound

[Verse 2: Tray Savage]
Pull off with that Glock out
Shots fired, you fall out
40. on me, let it poke out
A n*gga try me then his life is out
Stupid boy with a lotta clout
With a b*tch bad, I put her out
R.I.P to them young n*ggas, young n*gga who drillin' out
n*ggas talkin', I hop out, pull that Glock out
Couple killers in a couple cuts, outside his hosue
n*gga talkin' 'till I stretch his ass, leave him on the couch
Police come when I dropped his ass, after 30 minutes so they left him out
A lotta fame with a lotta clout, got hella bands so I'm steppin' out
Business man so I'm talkin' to 'em but a n*gga playin' so I took him out
Hundred thou, this Blood Money, you ain't guaped out, you ain't cashed out
Out in traffic, got my pistol with me
Got my n*ggas with me so it's killers with me
All I know is get a bad b*tch so I chase the bag, got my heart racin'
All my n*ggas on that block, b*tch, they don't talk sh*t, they gon' drop sh*t
Off a pill got a lotta loud, got a lotta liquor, I'ma start sh*t
Corner store, catch a n*gga lackin' with his mans so we tote sh*t
[Chorus: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad b*tch and I f*cked the b*tch, but the b*tch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock sh*t, I blow a lil n*gga down
You sneak dissing, you b*tch n*gga, I send his ass to the clouds
This b*tch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil b*tch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n*ggas tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n*ggas down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n*ggas, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound