Shoot Him (Tribute to Pop)
Yo, a lot of tough boys out here, tryna flex their this and that
You really don't know who the fuck your messing with bro
I'm from New York bro
Bacon, egg, and cheese and all of that
Now let me hear it one time, one time
Yerrrr, Yerrrr
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexing the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
Feeling invincible
Leaving his face rearranged
All individuals gotta be wary cos my niggas will clip the lane
50 Times leave them a warning
Feeling like Pop Smoke I hawk em
Bitch I'm a wolf
Shooting at opps
Who the fuck gon tell me opposite
Bitch I'm a bully
I'm taking your lunch
Who the fuck gon flex their requisites
Who the fuck gon flex their requisites
Skizzy man skizzy man skizzy man
Triple battle champ like a pokemón
Bitches different types like a pokedex
Bitches left and right I'm an ambidex
Stoopid
Talking funny Ima lose it
Cupid
Shooting arrows at your new bitch
Talk to me nice
Respect your elders
Fuck with me thrice
Respect your elders
Ya'll niggas big mad
Cause I'm big facts
And I'll fuck on your treesh
Nigga you smelling like cheese
Bigots be looking so dumb dumb
Licking they wounds ya'll be dumb dumb
Fuck all that healing
I'm shooting again
Having ya'll kneeling
I'm popping again
Underestaming a pretty singing nigga
That's your flaw
That's where u went wrong
Cause the ladies love me
Just like I murder their hearts
I'ma murk, murk these sherms
Fuck do u think
Cause the ladies love me
Just like I murder their hearts
I'ma shoot shoot, bang grrrr
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexing the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
Blah blah blah
Yatty yatty yah
Corny niggas sound like
Praying to jesus
Bitch you my son
You ain't getting out of this
Disrespect me again no funny you never getting out of this
And that's no cap
Werd to my timbs
All ya'll lacking
Compared to my team
Homie what's cracking
Why you a bitch
The ahk don't love you
Not part of the streets
Tryna decide who to kill in this rodeo
But these pigs all on my back
Got my name circled down, I'm Davio
Bout to cook bacon out these wacks
Vamos hacer pernil, cuchifrito
With the pussies calling bluffs on my threats
Cause I'm ready for the swinging
I'm ready for the stunting
I'm ready for the drilling
I'm ready for the thugging
Brodie
I'm with the antics
I'm with the smoke
And I'm all for the tactics
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexin the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
You really don't know who the fuck your messing with bro
I'm from New York bro
Bacon, egg, and cheese and all of that
Now let me hear it one time, one time
Yerrrr, Yerrrr
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexing the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
Feeling invincible
Leaving his face rearranged
All individuals gotta be wary cos my niggas will clip the lane
50 Times leave them a warning
Feeling like Pop Smoke I hawk em
Bitch I'm a wolf
Shooting at opps
Who the fuck gon tell me opposite
Bitch I'm a bully
I'm taking your lunch
Who the fuck gon flex their requisites
Who the fuck gon flex their requisites
Skizzy man skizzy man skizzy man
Triple battle champ like a pokemón
Bitches different types like a pokedex
Bitches left and right I'm an ambidex
Stoopid
Talking funny Ima lose it
Cupid
Shooting arrows at your new bitch
Talk to me nice
Respect your elders
Fuck with me thrice
Respect your elders
Ya'll niggas big mad
Cause I'm big facts
And I'll fuck on your treesh
Nigga you smelling like cheese
Bigots be looking so dumb dumb
Licking they wounds ya'll be dumb dumb
Fuck all that healing
I'm shooting again
Having ya'll kneeling
I'm popping again
Underestaming a pretty singing nigga
That's your flaw
That's where u went wrong
Cause the ladies love me
Just like I murder their hearts
I'ma murk, murk these sherms
Fuck do u think
Cause the ladies love me
Just like I murder their hearts
I'ma shoot shoot, bang grrrr
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexing the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
Blah blah blah
Yatty yatty yah
Corny niggas sound like
Praying to jesus
Bitch you my son
You ain't getting out of this
Disrespect me again no funny you never getting out of this
And that's no cap
Werd to my timbs
All ya'll lacking
Compared to my team
Homie what's cracking
Why you a bitch
The ahk don't love you
Not part of the streets
Tryna decide who to kill in this rodeo
But these pigs all on my back
Got my name circled down, I'm Davio
Bout to cook bacon out these wacks
Vamos hacer pernil, cuchifrito
With the pussies calling bluffs on my threats
Cause I'm ready for the swinging
I'm ready for the stunting
I'm ready for the drilling
I'm ready for the thugging
Brodie
I'm with the antics
I'm with the smoke
And I'm all for the tactics
Let's shoot him again
Too much oxygen left in his system
Left in his system
Let's shoot him again
Blow this nigga out of existence
Out of existence
Let's shoot him again
Leave the body in the bag
Keep the molly in the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexin the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot him again
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Writer(s): Sonny Juan Rojas
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