Shoot Outs Out The Lamb lyrics

[Intro]
I don't know, man, you know?
Sometimes I be confused, n*gga be paranoid, high as f*ck
Do not pull up on the side of me, don't run up on me when I'm in public, n*gga

[Chorus]
I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office
Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target
Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home rеgardless
I don't want my b*tch around this sh*t, but she with me rеgardless
I ain't got no conscience, b*tch with me, she topless
She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi
Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada
Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain't see nada, n*gga
Please don't be a menace, boy, do we have a problem?
When that Draco hit, that b*tch sound like a rocket launcher
I got all these watches, but I still can't find an hour
To have a conversation if it ain't about no dollars, n*gga
[Chorus]
I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 2]
I do this for the family
I ain't got all the answers, but I'ma make it happen
Trapped in small towns, never thought we'd make it rappin'
Paid twenty-two for 'em, you can give me twenty-seven
This my life for real
What you paid for your chain? That ain't my son diaper bill
I'm rich in real life, soon as I get off the site
She gon' f*ck me and put me to sleep when she get off of work
I'ma pay her rent up for two months and ain't gon' call no more
I swear you can call me anything, but you can't call me broke
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, please don't call me twin or call me bro
I got Dracos on the Sprinter when I pull off from the show
And we gon' blow it out this b*tch to make it home 'cause I don't know, yeah

[Chorus]
I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, n*gga, yeah