Shots Fired

Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (fuck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday (hahaha)

Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (what?)
I don't want you on a bitch, believe you wouldn't've been invited
And if it weren't for me, same week you would've been indicted (should've let them lock your ass up)
You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm

Now y'all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22 (baow-baow-baow)
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings (ah)

Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (he a bitch)
We all know the shit I coulda came back with (little ass nigga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars and goofy shit
I told him "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (what's poppin'?)

Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (fuck y'all)
A bitch who he fuckin' or a hoe that he payin', uh

Imagine me, hahahaha
Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy ass niggas
And you fuckin' goofy ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Who you takin' shots at, goofy ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick

Ooh, shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused, they hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched caught a loss had something to say, ayy

I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls

Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all name
Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?

I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer, how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy

Who you takin' shots at, goofy ass bitch?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place

Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah

Who you takin' shots at? Shut up wit' your scary ass
No profile pic bitch, your mama shouldn't've had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I'ma send it right back (ah)

Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha (ah)
Shoulda let them lock your ass up
Pussy



Credits
Writer(s): Allie Wrubel, Herbert Magidson, Megan J. Pete, Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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