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BlocBoy JB - Shoot Lyrics



BlocBoy JB - Shoot Lyrics
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Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I'm commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Strapped like it's Belly, you singing, R. Kelly
You play it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly
I'm counting up fetti, you talking already
I pull up with choppers that come with machetes
I'm f*cking on Betty, her head got me steady
I call her Lil' Caesars, that bitch hot and ready
My gun a Lil' Caesars, that bitch hot and ready
I dumped my lil' bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous
Hold up, let me catch my breath
Shoot a nigga teeth, then say he killed himself
Fill him up with holes like a criminal
Paralyzed waist down, now he can't feel himself
Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain't nothing else
Freaky bitch, I make her touch herself
I'm balling in town, look like f*ck a ref
Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath
Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta
Go, when the police come, dip underground
Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around
Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram
Shh, don't make a sound

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I'm commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Homicide, bitch we known for that
Screenshotting shit, I text her, you too grown for that
Yeah that trap shit, I got two phones for that
I'm a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch
Stop what you're doing
Thirty-three in my clip, that's Patrick Ewing
Open up wide, girl I'm looking for the chewing
Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing
It's the nina with the coolant
Mask on, AR, bitch that's on my side
PRG, 700, we don't let shit slide (crip)
We don't let shit slide (crip), nigga play with me I ride (crip)
Bitch I'm cripping with the guys, we get up with three high fives

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I'm commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Strapped like it's Belly, you singing, R. Kelly
You play it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly
I'm counting up fetti, you talking already
I pull up with choppers that come with machetes
I'm f*cking on Betty, her head got me steady
I call her Lil' Caesars, that bitch hot and ready
My gun a Lil' Caesars, that bitch hot and ready
I dumped my lil' bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous
Hold up, let me catch my breath
Shoot a nigga teeth, then say he killed himself
Fill him up with holes like a criminal
Paralyzed waist down, now he can't feel himself
Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain't nothing else
Freaky bitch, I make her touch herself
I'm balling in town, look like f*ck a ref
Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath
Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta
Go, when the police come, dip underground
Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around
Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram
Shh, don't make a sound

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I'm commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Homicide, bitch we known for that
Screenshotting shit, I text her, you too grown for that
Yeah that trap shit, I got two phones for that
I'm a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch
Stop what you're doing
Thirty-three in my clip, that's Patrick Ewing
Open up wide, girl I'm looking for the chewing
Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing
It's the nina with the coolant
Mask on, AR, bitch that's on my side
PRG, 700, we don't let shit slide (crip)
We don't let shit slide (crip), nigga play with me I ride (crip)
Bitch I'm cripping with the guys, we get up with three high fives

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
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Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, James Lee Baker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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