Songtexte SHOOT4FUN - 22gz

Gang (Muddi Gold)
(brrt) Word to mother I stay with a blicky (skrrt)
Gang, gang, gang
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky (T gang)

If that window roll down it's a MAC and a pump
Bet my lil' stepper gon' pull off the stunt
Lurkin', purgin', tryna go hunt
Wrap with a turban, he ain't see the gun
Glock with a switch, ain't now way he can run
Back in the day we did shootings for fun (gang, gang, gang)
Died with his eyes open, nigga stuck (bop, bop, bop)
We left him slumped, he was movin' too sus

Walk up, execute him
We left his head leakin' on the pavement (bop, bop, bop)
Lose his life to a slug, doctor said he ain't make it
That boy got cremated (that boy got cremated, grah, grah)
Nigga be beefin' 'bout bitches, it's crazy we got in flavours (beefin' 'bout bitches, it's crazy)
Give me that Cuban, that ring and that watch and them earrings and bracelet (gimme that shit)
Real gon' recognize real (gang, gang, gang)
I could tell he never played the field (blicky, the blicky)
Niggas lucky that I caught a deal
Let her smell the blood when niggas spill
Let her touch the money, let her feel (gang, gang, gang)
Couple hunni' thou', a need a mill' (Blicky, the blicky)
Shooters runnin' down if it's a drill (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Niggas said he did for the trill (bop, bop, bop)

If that window roll down it's a MAC and a pump (gang, gang, gang)
Bet my lil' stepper gon' pull off the stunt (rrah)
Lurkin', purgin', tryna go hunt
Wrap with a turban, he ain't see the gun
Glock with a switch, ain't now way he can run (gang, gang, gang)
Back in the day we did shootings for fun
Died with his eyes opened, nigga stuck
We left him slumped, he was movin' too sus (gang, gang, gang)

Bro did a hit, we ain't see him in months
We put a opp in the back of the trunk (bop, bop, bop)
Let that boy see a flashes, he gasping and stuff
Shots to the stomach he trew up his guts
Tahoes lurkin' we in the truck, pop out, murk 'em he can't get up
Think he invincible until he get touched
My shooters disciplined, you better duck
They kept on clickin' that shit, 'til is done
Hop out in public, they don't give a fuck
Did it for love, they ain't lookin' for much (gang, gang, gang)
I was a young nigga playin' in the cut (rrah)
Headshot, brains on the wheel (bop, bop, bop)
All the money hope he had a will (hope he had a will)
If it's up and stuck and tell 'em "Chill" (ha-ha)
He got hella demons on his heels (gang, gang, gang)

If that window roll down it's a MAC and a pump (rrah)
That my lil' stepper gon' pull off the stunt (gang, gang, gang)
Lurkin', purgin', tryna go hunt
Wrap with a turban, he ain't see the gun
Glock with a switch, ain't now way he can run (gang, gang, gang)
Back in the day we did shootings for fun (rrah, rrah)
Died with his eyes open nigga stuck (gang, gang, gang)
We left him slumped, he was movin' too sus (blicky, the blicky)

If that window roll down then you done (gang, gang, gang)
Tahoes, 'Burbans spinin' in trucks (bop, bop, bop)
Pop out, murk 'em, he can't get up
Think he invincible 'til he get—

If that window roll down it's a MAC and a pump
That my lil' stepper gon' pull off the stunt
Lurkin', purgin', tryna go hunt
Wrap with a turban, he ain't see the gun
Glock with a switch, ain't now way he can run
Back in the day we did shootings for fun
Died with his eyes open, nigga stuck
We left him slumped, he was movin' too sus (gang, gang, gang)