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Ham Bome - My Shoota (feat. DaeWatts) Lyrics



Ham Bome - My Shoota (feat. DaeWatts) Lyrics
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Load it up
Cock it back
Aim the shit
Blast!
Hmm
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
He like an easy button all you gotta do is press it (Shoota Shoota)
I'm in the room with the Smith'n but trap at the Wesson (Shoota Shoota)
Open the door get a head shot (Shoota)
I'll leave his chest on the desk right (Shoota)
His legs and arms on the bedside (Shoota)
Ooh
Brand new Mac 90 got it busting like a pimple
3 5 shoot 7 like I am Durant
Got 'em intense when they come 'round the camp
F*ck with the guys I'ma put em in the ground like a plant
John Wick, I'ma shoot it out for my dogs better give em respect
Better beware n**** you can be next
My sniper got his eye on the scope take a breathe
Bout to open up your head
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Bitch I shoot until my arm hurt
Squeeze the trigger til my palm hurt
'Fore a nigga try to tell me my worth
Nigga we ain't cut from the same cloth I'll let the thang off
Cutting up the whip the shit sound like a chain saw (Shoota)
You ain't use it, what the f*ck you need a brain for? (Shoota)
Whole lot of bullets, what the f*ck I gotta aim for? (Shoota)
And I always have respect for the shooter
But before they sketch me I'll stretch me a shooter (Shoota)
And for niggas who always think it's a test
Up 7 on 'em, I'ma put his brain on the desk
Thinking everything a game get a F
My shooter come and clean ya brain for check (Shoota Shoota)
Keep a shooter with me just in case I gotta shoot a Ricky
You would think I flip cars how I keep a toolie with me
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
(Shoota Shoota)
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Load it up
Cock it back
Aim the shit
Blast!
Hmm
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
He like an easy button all you gotta do is press it (Shoota Shoota)
I'm in the room with the Smith'n but trap at the Wesson (Shoota Shoota)
Open the door get a head shot (Shoota)
I'll leave his chest on the desk right (Shoota)
His legs and arms on the bedside (Shoota)
Ooh
Brand new Mac 90 got it busting like a pimple
3 5 shoot 7 like I am Durant
Got 'em intense when they come 'round the camp
F*ck with the guys I'ma put em in the ground like a plant
John Wick, I'ma shoot it out for my dogs better give em respect
Better beware n**** you can be next
My sniper got his eye on the scope take a breathe
Bout to open up your head
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Bitch I shoot until my arm hurt
Squeeze the trigger til my palm hurt
'Fore a nigga try to tell me my worth
Nigga we ain't cut from the same cloth I'll let the thang off
Cutting up the whip the shit sound like a chain saw (Shoota)
You ain't use it, what the f*ck you need a brain for? (Shoota)
Whole lot of bullets, what the f*ck I gotta aim for? (Shoota)
And I always have respect for the shooter
But before they sketch me I'll stretch me a shooter (Shoota)
And for niggas who always think it's a test
Up 7 on 'em, I'ma put his brain on the desk
Thinking everything a game get a F
My shooter come and clean ya brain for check (Shoota Shoota)
Keep a shooter with me just in case I gotta shoot a Ricky
You would think I flip cars how I keep a toolie with me
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
Why you be tellin' on all that you see?
Boy you like Elf on the Shelf
Thinkin' we cool you get melted
Detrimental for ya health
Championship I win the belt
Whippin' water, Michael Phelps
Don't give a f*ck what I left here
My shooter come clean up the mess, yeah
(Shoota Shoota)
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Writer: Daeshaun Watts, Rob Smalls
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Performed By: Ham Bome
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Daeshaun Watts, Rob Smalls

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