Songtexte Shoot - Rv , Double Lz

Emz Beats
Ayy, Slippery, this one's cold

Shoot, shoot, she likes gunman and she think that I'm cute
Them man do too much talking, it's about time that we put 'em on mute
Shoot, shoot, got down five in the day, no fruit
G17 just came with a whistle, get 'round there, let it blow like a flute (woo)

Had to wet up his skin like he went for a swim (yeah)
Nah, literally went for a swim (haha)
Darg, fuck what you bench in the gym
Got the star in the car tryna send him extinct (boy)

Better step with the wind
Steppin' with tings, that's a regular thing (skrrt, skrrt)
Weapon gets in, we turn meddling kids (boop)
Man, I hate me a bitch, that's a little one's busy

Yo, yo, yo
Do a Vin Diesel when they lick vehicle (skrrt)
Bro got recalled when he bucked nee-naws (skrrt)
Had to circle, circle, run up and burst you (bu-bu, bu-bu)
Sun's out, guns out, run when I jump out (bu-bu, bu-bu)
I slap it, tap it then make you backflip (hahaha)
Done acrobatics, jump out the black whip
Might catch a hattrick, they come to catfish (grrt, bye)
We come to practice, don't want to catch this (grrt, bye)

He got corn in his Jordan, he should've just jumped (should've)
Got my Yardie ting says she fucks with one man (haha)
But that one man gotta be a gunman (boo, boo)
So now it makes sense why the gyal wan' fuck man (boo, boo)

I've seen a man pushing his right hand (woo) with his right hand, I'm dead
Two man ballied up, one fly off the ped
Man step with intent (skrrt), we steppin' correct

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I ain't a regular yute, gotta keep it with me when I commute
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
To the opp block, I'm en route, bring smoke like I'm tryna pollute
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
This ain't a twenty one gun salute, I'm tryna put someone's son in a zoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
If there's any dispute, that's a wrap like the end of a video shoot

If I see Big Lip or Widdapot (what?), like a plaster, I'll rip it off (boom)
If we squeeze, it's clicking off, give it grease, no Mykonos (grease it)
Them man are babies, I need bigger opps (babies), I get crazy when we spin the block (crazy)
Next time we crash, something's getting written off (written off), it's overdue like a synagogue
Take the G-Lock and just leave the dotts, might need a chop before we squeeze it off (chop)

If you add up me and bro's works, that's 9 AM's like a sneaker drop (haha)
What I spent on waps coulda been on watch
Heard them man rap and they just speaking lots (chatty)
Last time that we seen an opp, he held slices like a pizza box (ching, ching, ching)
The hood's hot like Goldilocks oatmeal (hot), bro has to cut back 'cause we seen Old Bill
I said, "Fuck that", come we just go still (fuck that), this bruck back turn them to roadkill

Different clips come like a show reel, put them on TV, Phillip Schofield (dead)
Mention gang, didn't get shot
Make a mountain out of a molehill

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
I ain't a regular yute, gotta keep it with me when I commute
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
To the opp block, I'm en route, bring smoke like I'm tryna pollute
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
This ain't a twenty one gun salute, I'm tryna put someone's son in a zoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
If there's any dispute, that's a wrap like the end of a video shoot