Текст песни Who Got Shot - Swiss Gambino

Late night with that weapon, outside posted on that block
This trigger finger got me stressing but I won't put down that Glock
You play I send you to the Reverend, this right here gon' leave 'em shocked
And I ain't dealing with no questions, got no clue bout who got shot

They want justice, I'm poetic got me feeling like I'm Pac
Wait nah, I feel like Curtis Jackson, got no sense, tote 50 shots
I ain't fronting like I'm stepping but move wrong, gone get you popped
Use the brain that's in your head or I'm gon' take it out your top
Yea I'm gon' take it out your melon park the car and let off shots (Park the car)
Ride round 4 Deep and some felons, extensions on every glock
And you can step your ass to heaven but I'm still gon' be on top
Lil Steezy Slimey, like he blessed him, he ain't even got no snot (Got no snot)
Traumatized, they mommas crying, dreaming 'bout homicides
Knock 'em down like back to back, and tell his brother fall in line
Talking 'bout they spinning back, gone make Lil GG walk 'em down
Fuck the chalk and yellow tape, make 'em pray if he wanna cross that line
Look me in my eyes, I see trouble I ain't wasting time
Smith and Wesson leave him stretched in his section like he done dyed his mind
Name on the list, we crossing right through it like we go down the line
Fuck punching the clock, we bust his brain like it was perfect time

Late night with that weapon, outside posted on that block
This trigger finger got me stressing but I won't put down that Glock
You play I send you to the Reverend, this right here gon' leave 'em shocked
And I ain't dealing with no questions, got no clue bout who got shot