lirik lagu shoot it up – lil gotit
[intro]
this perc got me flowin’, but to you make you [?]
(you global now)
(ooh, dilla)
hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up
hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up (woo)
[chorus]
the rollie febreze
i need a bag, lil’ key
a playa don’t tell the streets
you try, gon’ f*ck up the streets
the water on my neck make me [?]
my chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
went and took off the top with lil keed (the top)
i got that slime disease (okay, let’s go)
i’m with some bottom boys, they from outside
i’m a real cutter, boy, i keep that iron
the bag on value, it look like a dime
f*ck my ex, she full of lies
i flex on that b*tch every motherf*ckin’ time
[?] pop out the side
shoot up the cars, the window, no tires
[verse 1]
send that boy to [?], they geeked up on the wi*fi
they bruce lee choppin’, they take down [?]
fifty thousand on his head, them a whole lot of dollars
shank him down myself, i promise i ain’t gotta pay a rapper
bags out
shawty throw that ass, now she tryna come up and cash out (hoodbaby)
before i hit the club, i tell them folks i need my bag now (respectfully)
8 ball shootin’ out the glock, it’s like a cannon (you dig?)
[?], vvs’s, baguettes, yeah, they dancin’
[chorus]
the rollie febreze
i need a bag, lil’ key
a playa don’t tell the streets
you try, gon’ f*ck up the streets
the water on my neck make me [?]
my chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
went and took off the top with lil keed (the top)
i got that slime disease (okay, let’s go)
i’m with some bottom boys, they from outside
i’m a real cutter, boy, i keep that iron
the bag on value, it look like a dime
f*ck my ex, she full of lies
i flex on that b*tch every motherf*ckin’ time
[?] pop out the side
shoot up the cars, the window, no tires
[verse 2]
shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
yeah, we tossin’ up on xans, brought three felons on the tour bus (on xans)
lil’ b*tch, i make her upset when i nut on her face, that’s a touch up (yeah)
all hundreds on the left and fifties on the right and i’m doin’ my lift ups
my side b*tch bag different
my main b*tch know that her cash different
.223 sound like some adlibs (ah)
we all got some racks, this the cash year (racks)
[?]
come here at the safe, hide to stash here (stash)
free them guys out the chain, the [?]
mama say i’m a headache, advil
you play on my hood and i load up the tech bottle
[chorus]
the rollie febreze
i need a bag, lil’ key
a playa don’t tell the streets
you try, gon’ f*ck up the streets
the water on my neck make me [?]
my chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
went and took off the top with lil keed (the top)
i got that slime disease
i’m with some bottom boys, they from outside
i’m a real cutter, boy, i keep that iron
the bag on value, it look like a dime
f*ck my ex, she full of lies
i flex on that b*tch every motherf*ckin’ time
[?] pop out the side
shoot up the cars, the window, no tires
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