They shootin they shooting ugh
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They dont give no f*ck they dont even care
Flashing shit like show and tell
Flat Flat then they watch the show and tell
Nah this ain't no show and tell
Buts its a 40cal hollow tip
I needed it quick I had to borrow it
Im thanking God it was a false alarm
But anyway it could have went Nigga I was armed
I mean they aint playing
They're some bounty hunters for them money counters
I mean we aint slippin
Naw them niggas aint hittin no licks here
I mean they thinking shit sweet
F*cking around youll get sent up shit creek
Leave um swimming in the chocolate factory
Welcome they ass to the glock academy
Choppa hit em from the noggin down to knee
The bullets gone hit they toe too
In they whip they bitch in that passenger side
Light that bitch up and they hit yo hoe too
UGH You neva know what they go through
Hit yo main man and that's yo go to
UGH
And they aint trippin at all
Them bullets hittin um all
And its the flesh they go through when they
They shootin they shooting ugh
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
Somebody help him no one answers
Coroner no ambulances
Police around and shit
They just standing Aint even nobody in no handcuffs
Some chich crying next to the body
Shirt look like ketchup Crying out go catch em
Don't nobody pay her no attention
We looking at the maroon sheets on the stretcher
Still smell the gunpowder
Or maybe it's all in my head
And then you hear a voice from the crowd say
I gotta get this muthaf*ckah dead
Aint no more of that boxing wrestling
They tussling hustling to grab that heckler
They dont give no f*ck
Run off on the plug rob they mans
And then shoot the messenger
Aint none of that talking tough or nothing
Use that pocket rocket knock it out of socket
I'm already locked and loaded
Ain't no need to cock it just aim and pop it
Whatever you copp the next man gone top it
Don't be surprised if they pull out that rocket
Kicking the door in like f*ck the locksmith
Coroperation the only way that you not hit when they
They shootin they shooting ughThey shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
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They shootin they shooting ugh
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They dont give no f*ck they dont even care
Flashing shit like show and tell
Flat Flat then they watch the show and tell
Nah this ain't no show and tell
Buts its a 40cal hollow tip
I needed it quick I had to borrow it
Im thanking God it was a false alarm
But anyway it could have went Nigga I was armed
I mean they aint playing
They're some bounty hunters for them money counters
I mean we aint slippin
Naw them niggas aint hittin no licks here
I mean they thinking shit sweet
F*cking around youll get sent up shit creek
Leave um swimming in the chocolate factory
Welcome they ass to the glock academy
Choppa hit em from the noggin down to knee
The bullets gone hit they toe too
In they whip they bitch in that passenger side
Light that bitch up and they hit yo hoe too
UGH You neva know what they go through
Hit yo main man and that's yo go to
UGH
And they aint trippin at all
Them bullets hittin um all
And its the flesh they go through when they
They shootin they shooting ugh
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
Somebody help him no one answers
Coroner no ambulances
Police around and shit
They just standing Aint even nobody in no handcuffs
Some chich crying next to the body
Shirt look like ketchup Crying out go catch em
Don't nobody pay her no attention
We looking at the maroon sheets on the stretcher
Still smell the gunpowder
Or maybe it's all in my head
And then you hear a voice from the crowd say
I gotta get this muthaf*ckah dead
Aint no more of that boxing wrestling
They tussling hustling to grab that heckler
They dont give no f*ck
Run off on the plug rob they mans
And then shoot the messenger
Aint none of that talking tough or nothing
Use that pocket rocket knock it out of socket
I'm already locked and loaded
Ain't no need to cock it just aim and pop it
Whatever you copp the next man gone top it
Don't be surprised if they pull out that rocket
Kicking the door in like f*ck the locksmith
Coroperation the only way that you not hit when they
They shootin they shooting ughThey shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They dont give no f*ck they dont even care
Flashing shit like show and tell
Flat Flat then they watch the show and tell
Nah this ain't no show and tell
Buts its a 40cal hollow tip
I needed it quick I had to borrow it
Im thanking God it was a false alarm
But anyway it could have went Nigga I was armed
I mean they aint playing
They're some bounty hunters for them money counters
I mean we aint slippin
Naw them niggas aint hittin no licks here
I mean they thinking shit sweet
F*cking around youll get sent up shit creek
Leave um swimming in the chocolate factory
Welcome they ass to the glock academy
Choppa hit em from the noggin down to knee
The bullets gone hit they toe too
In they whip they bitch in that passenger side
Light that bitch up and they hit yo hoe too
UGH You neva know what they go through
Hit yo main man and that's yo go to
UGH
And they aint trippin at all
Them bullets hittin um all
And its the flesh they go through when they
They shootin they shooting ugh
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
Somebody help him no one answers
Coroner no ambulances
Police around and shit
They just standing Aint even nobody in no handcuffs
Some chich crying next to the body
Shirt look like ketchup Crying out go catch em
Don't nobody pay her no attention
We looking at the maroon sheets on the stretcher
Still smell the gunpowder
Or maybe it's all in my head
And then you hear a voice from the crowd say
I gotta get this muthaf*ckah dead
Aint no more of that boxing wrestling
They tussling hustling to grab that heckler
They dont give no f*ck
Run off on the plug rob they mans
And then shoot the messenger
Aint none of that talking tough or nothing
Use that pocket rocket knock it out of socket
I'm already locked and loaded
Ain't no need to cock it just aim and pop it
Whatever you copp the next man gone top it
Don't be surprised if they pull out that rocket
Kicking the door in like f*ck the locksmith
Coroperation the only way that you not hit when they
They shootin they shooting ughThey shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They shootin they shooting
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of spectators
They aint even came with the yellow tape yet
Body on the ground with a bunch of shell casings
Writer: Jhontel Shade
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid