paroles de chanson Shoot It Up - Lil Gotit

This Perc got me flowin', but to you make you blind (you global now)
(Ooh, Dilla)
Hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up
Hoodbaby, shoot it up, shoot it up (woo)

The rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try, gon' fuck up the streets
The water on my neck make me geesh
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)

I got that slime disease (okay, let's go)
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron
The bag on value, it look like a dime
Fuck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time
See all ones watch 'em pop out the side
Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires

Send that boy to choke it, they geeked up on the Wi-Fi
They Bruce Lee choppin', they take down don data
50 thousand on his head, them a whole lot of dollars
Shank him down myself, I promise I ain't gotta pay a rapper
Bags out
Shawty throw that ass, now she tryna come up and cash out (hoodbaby)
Before I hit the club
I tell them folks I need my bag now (respectfully)
Eight-ball shootin' out the Glock, it's like a cannon (you dig?)
And that VVS's, baguettes, yeah, they dancin'

The rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try, gon' fuck up the streets
The water on my neck make me geesh
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)

I got that slime disease (okay, let's go)
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron
The bag on value, it look like a dime
Fuck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time
See all ones watch 'em pop out the side
Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires

Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Yeah, we tossin' up on Xans
Brought three felons on the tour bus (on Xans)
Lil' bitch, I make her upset when I
Nut on her face, that's a touch up (yeah)
All hundreds on the left and fifties
On the right and I'm doin' my lift ups

My side bitch bag different
My main bitch know that her cash different
223 sound like some adlibs (ah)
We all got some racks, this the cash year (racks)
Her bullet gon' dry on the cash here
Come here at the safe, hide to stash here (stash)
Free them guys out the chain, the drought rare
Mama say I'm a headache, Advil
You play on my hood and I load up the tit bottle

The rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try, gon' fuck up the streets
The water on my neck make me geesh
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)

I got that slime disease
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cutter, boy, I keep that iron
The bag on value, it look like a dime
Fuck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherfuckin' time
See all ones watch 'em pop out the side
Shoot up the cars, the window, no tires (rrrah)