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who shot who? - biggkutt8 lyrics

[chorus]
ballin’ on these n*gga so godd*mn long, i’mma need me a scholarship
brand new choppa from the military, n*gga, i ain’t even ‘posed to have this sh*t
ridin’ shotgun with this choppa, this not no sawed*off, i can’t get caught with this
boy i don’t know who shot who, all my shooters anonymous
that choppa put n*ggas in shape, last n*gga got caught ran out of oxygen
drop that bag, don’t ask if he dead, just cut on the news and watch that sh*t
can’t be scared, wanna bail out and catch you a head, gotta shoot with some confidence
i feel like vick, me and kreep in the ‘cat, but i’m d*gg*n’ this b*tch like a pit

[verse]
know this chain look wet and all, but you touch it, i’m leavin’ somebody drenched
you know i don’t miss, if a b*tch ain’t die, i bet a b*tch got hit
we puttin’ belt down on all the so*called opps, them n*ggas be callin’ it quits
beatin’ down the road all d*mn day, all this motion, havin’ a young n*gga sick
broke ass n*gga talkin’ ’bout his past, bae, that broke ass n*gga a used*to*be
i understand you ain’t had a n*gga this lit, but you gotta get used to me
baby we been gettin’ money over on this side, the gang sh*t new to me
bae, you help me sell these ps, i’ll get you somethin’ out louis v
ain’t talkin’ bout the alphabet, but bro them bailin’ out the v
they ain’t search her at the door, bae how you fit that in them jeans
last n*gga tried to earn some rank got blowed to smithereens
i ain’t got no love songs, babe, f*ck me to this unreleased
youngin’ blow you down on cam, told them n*ggas i ain’t gon’ spam
i’m gettin’ too much f*ckin’ bread, i ain’t never work at panera
movin’ militant, the tweaker got more chops than the f*ckin’ military
i rap, but you can book me for a funeral, we get n*ggas buried
[chorus]
ballin’ on these n*gga so godd*mn long, i’mma need me a scholarship
brand new choppa from the military, n*gga, i ain’t even ‘posed to have this sh*t
ridin’ shotgun with this choppa, this not no sawed*off, i can’t get caught with this
boy i don’t know who shot who, all my shooters anonymous
that choppa put n*ggas in shape, last n*gga got caught ran out of oxygen
drop that bag, don’t ask if he dead, just cut on the news and watch that sh*t
can’t be scared, wanna bail out and catch you a head, gotta shoot with some confidence
i feel like vick, me and kreep in the ‘cat, but i’m d*gg*n’ this b*tch like a pit

- biggkutt8 lyrics

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