shoot - neito nicce lyrics
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b*tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f*ck up the root
these n*ggas b*tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n*ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n*ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[verse 1]
b*tch i’m still passing on these b*tches like i’m rondo
getting that cash i need my bag and i need that pr*nto
gotta bad b*tch and she suck my d*ck up in toronto
smash her then pass her to my homie then i leave like john doe
never gave a f*ck about no b*tch sh*t i don’t need her
if she suck d*ck and the p*ssy real tight then i might keep her
i don’t want co*signs i don’t need no signs i don’t need features
neito got no time neito got showtime neito creatures
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n*ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n*ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b*tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f*ck up the root
these n*ggas b*tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n*ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n*ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[verse 2]
b*tch i’m still hoping on tip
shoot that b*tch up like i’m rip
rocking blue all in a day
they might just think i’m a crip
im sipping lean when i’m popping her p*ssy she know i’m still popping her zip
if you ever see me in the motherf*cking streets lil n*gga you don’t know me like tip
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n*ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n*ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b*tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f*ck up the root
these n*ggas b*tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
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