When I Shoot (feat. BIG30)

Yeah, uh, when I shoot, they shoot, they shoot
Bankroll
Pew, fah, pew, blrrd, pew, pew
(I just need my Space right now)

If I don't know shit, dog (nah)
When I shoot, they shoot, they shoot (On God)
Shots all in the coupe (baow)
Killers hanging all up out that roof (brrt)
Hundred something shots off in my coupe (boom, boom)
Where my top at? I done just lost my roof (top at)

Brick on the head, make that boy go poof (poof)
Keep on talking, boy, you next too (get him out here)
Nigga say I got money on his head (huh?)
Can't be true, that boy ain't dead (he ain't dead)
Lil' bro and them got these niggas scared (they scared)
Glock with a dick, all I want is head (boom)
You know where he at, let me call Fathead (call up Fathead)

Murder for hire, they drop, I pay it (drop)
All my opps, they broke and scared (scared)
My opps go to jail, their bond, I pay it (bond)
Sneak dissing all on Facebook (what?)
That's how a nigga get the face took (get the face)
You don't wanna see how that Drac' look (nah)

Mal got the fifty, shoot straight hooks (fifty)
Nigga wanna trip, let me call Trippy (call up Trippy)
If I press play, they gon' say I'm tripping
Glock 33, call him Scottie Pippen (what I do?)
Chiraq, nigga, we'll get to drilling (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)

And, boy, when I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh

All that talking like you 'bout it, wait 'til we run into you, you
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
Talking all gangster like you 'bout it, well, show me the proof, proof
When I shoot, they shoot, huh (blrrd)
When I shoot, they shoot (blrrd)

Ayy, when I shoot they shoot (they shoot)
CEO, steady been had juice (been juiced)
Scat Pack, Charger, now I get loose (skrrt, get loose)
Purple seat, red seat, yeah, new coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
On the block all day to the tooth (to the tooth)
QP hot, chill jungle juice (jungle juice)
Neck shot, ten shots, he through (he through)
Real street nigga, fuck rap, I'm dude (blrrd), Big Blrrd, (blrrd)

Better not diss the dead
But I can damn sure go and put you with 'em (Get out there)
No hospital gang, we grave digging
We gon' go and get 'em (blrrd)
Never snitched on no nigga (no)
You can't relate (nah), you not a member (nah)
Them .308's fucked up that lil' boy liver, put him on the shitter

And, boy, when I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh (Big Blrrd)
When I shoot, they shoot, huh (they shoot)
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh

All that talking like you 'bout it, wait 'til we run into you, you
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
Talking all gangster like you 'bout it, well
Show me the proof, proof
When I shoot, they shoot, huh
When I shoot, they shoot (blrrd)



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Wright, Freddie Gladney, Freddie Demarus Iii Gladney, Evan Milton
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