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shoota - babystaydown lyrics

[chorus]
in this bih’ with a lot of shooters (ayy, what these n*ggas on soulja?, glrrt, glrrt, glrrt), yeah, yeah
in the ‘yo with a lot of shooters (blrrt, blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
in this bih’ with a lot of shooters (boop*boop*boop, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i just mob with a lot of shooters
get money, get high, take flight, f*ck b*tches with all my shooters
box in that glock, it’s a whole lot of shots if you f*ck with my shooter
i put ice inside my cup, poured up my shooter
poppin’ these percs, i’ma split a half with my shooter

[verse]
it’s a lot of b*tches i done met
i just want the ho for the head
you know this sh*t gon’ cost you, you wan’ be the boss? then you gotta pay it
slime that boy with that hunnid round choppa, these n*ggas, they know how we play (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, blrrt)
these n*ggas know i’m no ho, push up on that boy ’bout that sh*t he had said
my b*tch come with another b*tch but i ain’t even trippin’, i know how to play it
i just bought me another bl!ck and it came with a switch, a n*gga ready to spray (blrrt, blrrt)
fully arp, this bih’ take lives, they know a young bangin’ the 5ive
draco be claimin’ that hit when we slide, yeah (it do)
i put this d*ck in her spine, she want a young n*gga to hit from behind (what? what?)
we got bags, we got bags, let me know what kinds you like
srt, motherf*cker geeked up, hit the gas, this b*tch gon’ whine (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
and i’m so motherf*ckin’ geeked up, i done poured so many lines
hey, i’m cold as some ice, i ain’t think i would be sh*t ’til i put racks inside my life
i don’t wanna hear what you can’t do, how would ya know if you ain’t tried?
if you slime then you my kind, i was slime before these rhymes
[chorus]
in this bih’ with a lot of shooters (glrrt, glrrt, glrrt), yeah, yeah
in the ‘yo with a lot of shooters (blrrt, blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
in this bih’ with a lot of shooters (boop*boop*boop)
i just mob with a lot of shooters
get money, get high, take flight, f*ck b*tches with all my shooters
box in that glock, it’s a whole lot of shots if you f*ck with my shooter
i put ice inside my cup, poured up my shooter
poppin’ these percs, i’ma split a half with my shooter

- babystaydown lyrics

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