Shots Fired

Strap up, cause am going in
Real soldiers go to war to win
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be
You ain't ready for the war of the streets
Run for cover when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
(What you waiting for, Wait up)
Don't know what happened to that tough guy at the gutter
I don't really give a fuck, guy
That we can get to scrap and level up guy
Am with it
Light them up like a blunt, either Philly or the dutch
Peel the guts, pop a clutch, let them niggas know what up.(Wadup)
Black hoodie, black verdicts, black manes (Wadup)
Black hearts, black souls, back lash.(Wadup)
Squad on deck, how you want it nigga
Leave your shirt wet. K... a Nigga
You better vacate
My nigga don't play. When I say O.K they be like A.K
Hundred clips for the tongues of the snitches
Whole crew never knew that your dogs turned to bitches
I don't ask a lot of questions but get a lot of answers
The forty that I brandished. The thug in dem' vandish
One flash full of canon and have them posing for the cameras
Going ahead for the bread, watch me fucking make a sandwich for y'all
Strap up cause am going in, real soldiers go to war to win
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be
You ain't ready for the war of the streets
Run for cover when you dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
What you waiting for, Wait up
Keep quiet nigga, don't wanna hear you talk
You don' said enough, politic in with the narks
Neons in your soul, with a gun to get the spark
Hate in your top ten, when no six and pac
Death before the sauna, rise before retreat
I put that on my mind and I'd die before defeat
Only cry in my sleep, toss in my bed
Hoping is the only time that i have to lie in the sheets
Yeah, tears on my pillow but what lies underneath is a 38 special
Casing if you tryna creep. Tryna take what i took to the basement
Let it cook
Let it simmer to the block, keep the Jake's off the books, yeah
We speak in codes, move under the radar
Your trails led our way off. You'll never know where we are
Just stay alert, Infrared beam on your shirt
Tell the devil that I am late for work. Young breed
Strap up cause am going in, real soldiers go to war to win
Shoot back when you hear dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, Wadup
If its war then its war to be
You ain't ready for the war of the streets
Run for cover when you dem'
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
Shots fired, brah brah
What you waiting for, Wadup



Credits
Writer(s): Vito Colapietro, Neely Dinkins, Brandon Williams
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