
shoot a movie - gizwop, bloodhound q50 & q da fool lyrics
[intro: gizwop]
let’s go, n*gga
aye q50 what’s the f*ck is up? aye q da fool
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
[verse 1: gizwop]
i’m taking that risk, i gotta get rich
i don’t spin with handguns, i spin with all sticks
get to tapping that drac’, get to bumping that b*tch
let’s go, let’s go
q50 in the city, i’m giving him that drac’
got so many drac’, go so many switches
got so many guns, this sh*t is ridiculous
heard a opp got hit with that drac’, and they flipped him
n*gga keep saying names, these n*ggas be tipping
put that blatt on your car, [?] ride with a b*tch
i touch down on the ‘raq, know i’m f*cking with 50
got a brand new 23, slap in the 50
and i’m selling the [?], and i’m selling the diddies
when i’m running the opps, n*ggas really be b*tch
i gotta go fast by these n*ggas, no kizzy
[verse 2: q da fool]
(brrt)
too many guns, too many pounds (paow, paow, paow)
hear they block, and they filling they round (filling they round)
they[be running?], they really a clown (they really a clown)
i’m like boosie, we wiping em down (wiping down)
my b*tch independent too
i put sh*t on all the opps
and we’re like b*tch i’m tinted too
he went on live, i’m scared of who? (scared of who?)
i really think i’m bulletproof (bulletproof)
they tried to say my brother hot
the slim got spanked, b*tch, show the proof (show the proof)
they want the bag, i’m spanking they ass
300k and the drac’ in my bag
yeah i’m a rapper, but really a hunter
i put a n*gga bags in my stash (brr*aow)
[verse 3: bloodhound q50]
[?] so i make n*ggas weak
you know what that mean? i make n*ggas bleed
i catch me a opp, i walk his ass down, i chase his ass down, make sure he don’t breath
treat life like blacktop
me, giz, and fool
when the dc heads told giz i’ll spend a week with you
no diddy
go, go
back in the raq’, they know [?], they gotta get back
f*cked up my wood, then she got me mad
take bloodhound out yo’ name, you sad
[verse 4: gizwop, q da fool, & bloodhound q50]
uh, n*gga
i’m a young rich k!ller, f*ck a rich n*gga, shoot
bloodhound in the city, you know that we moving
i been through on the opps, and go shoot me a movie
this sh*t in 3d, this sh*t in three, might see them two
he claiming he a k!ller, he really a groupie
he claiming he a k!ller, his ass got [?]
[?] then check my stats
no 2k, n*gga, punching sh*t back
(go)
no 2k, n*gga, punching sh*t back
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