TJSOUND - ShootersShoot Lyrics

Wocka Flocka rock
Dressin' tip top up on your block
Sprayin' with a Glock
I will never stop
Make a bitch pop
That's my pop style
Poppin' up on nice beats
Flowin' with the tune
Yeah I'm pipin' up my melody
Bitches downin' Henny Hennessy
Can't you see all the dishonesty
That's why I don't trust no bitch
Unless she movin' ShoortersShoot
In or out the bin
You know we only speakin' truths
Speakin' truths
Yeah
Pull up in a all black
Trailer for the racks
Kick you in your sac
No bitch I never lack
Ten toes down
F*ck a tic tac
Ingot bitches like some triple X
F*ck a double X L on my Nav shit
Bitch I'm top sav yeah
Gucci strap up in the whip
Bottle after bottle yeah we done it by the sip
Grippin' your bitch by the hip
Only smoke it out the zip
Front on me and bitch you gettin' flipped
Bitch you gettin' flipped yeah
Wocka Flocka rock
Dressin' tip top up on your block
Sprayin' with a Glock
I will never stop
Make a bitch pop
That's my pop style
Poppin' up on nice beats
Flowin' with the tune
Yeah I'm pipin' up my melody
Bitches downin' Henny Hennessy
Can't you see all the dishonesty
That's why I don't trust no bitch
Unless she movin' ShoortersShoot
In or out the bin
You know we only speakin' truths
Speakin' truths
Yeah
Put a bitch on a thump
And I aint talkin' bout a blunt
No I never stunt
Pull up in a S class
Brought 5 bitches with me
And I finna left with 50 yeah
The club gettin empty yeah
Why y'all gettin' senti
It's TJ on the beat
And you know I got plenty yuh
Never popped a xanny yuh
But I'm bout to win a gramy yuh
Bare people still haven't seen me yuh
I'm from the village in the city yuh
I do the dash in a drop top
50 over limits what's a cop yuh
50 bands for the whip
That's a cop yuh
Skirt off in the foreign
All your bitches borin'
Private jet man I'm soarin'
V12 man i'm floorin'
Petal to the metal
You know I never settle
Heatin' up like a kettle
Bitch whistle I get better
Climbin' up the ladder
Stackin' up this cheddar
And I'm only gettin' better
Bitches only gettin' wetter
Heavy weight fighter
Sneak up on you I'm a feather
Cast your eyes to my reign upon the game
Like I'm inclement weather
Bitch I'm the best and I did not stutter
Yeah
Wocka Flocka rock
Dressin' tip top up on your block
Sprayin' with a Glock
I will never stop
Make a bitch pop
That's my pop style
Poppin' up on nice beats
Flowin' with the tune
Yeah I'm pipin' up my melody
Bitches downin' Henny Hennessy
Can't you see all the dishonesty
That's why I don't trust no bitch
Unless she movin' ShoortersShoot
In or out the bin
You know we only speakin' truths
Speakin' truths
Yeah