Shots Fired

Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Imagine (lyin') lyin' 'bout shootin' a real (real) (huh?)
Just to save face for rapper rappers you chill with
Imagine me givin' a f- it was your f- birthday
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday (haha)
Now imagine me bl-bl-blockin' - on some dry sh- (what?)
I don't want you on the bench, believe you wouldn't've been invited (you wouldn't've been invited)
And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (should've let them lock your a- 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" (10") with a 22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A... with a... gun, in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a b- (he a b-)
We all know the sh- I could've came back with
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh-
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 (got no) justice for
Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any - on that (on that) side is a clout chaser
A b- who he f- or a h- that he payin', uh
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you goofy a- (goofy a-, goofy a-, goofy a-, goofy a-)
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Who you takin' shots at, goofy a-?
Keep your broke (broke) out a rich (rich) business
And that go for you b- too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' sh-, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh-ooh, it's a lotta weak (weak) in this b-
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they d-
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a b- 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 motherf- 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 names
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 b-
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer how these - scared as sh-
I pull up one deep, but br-br-bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin' shots at, goofy a-?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' d-
I know you want attention from the - that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real (real), yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my - while my other - layin' there
Sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
I got a bond with my (with my) and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary a-
No profile pic, b-, your mama shouldn't've had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next - send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (ah)

Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should've let them lock your a- up



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

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