Shoot It Up

Yeah, shoot 'em up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up I keep them hitters, they with me, they trained to blow, boy Call up them droppers, they come through and shoot up your bro, boy Hello? I'm on the road to the money, you moving too slow, boy I took your ho 'cause she wanna fuck with a dope boy I'm so sorry Got lil' bro with me, yeah, he be shootin' shit up, yeah Got your ho on my head, she rollin' with us, yeah I be pourin' that Wock', I be pourin' it up Yeah Huh? Yeah Pull up on that gang, wе get to shootin' out them cars We was in thеm Johnnys, now we ridin' double R's Shawty want a nigga, wanna ride with the stars, yeah I could tell all these bitches wanna be with us Most these niggas turned to opps 'cause they can't eat with us, yeah Too much fuckin' bread like you can't feast with us, yeah Your main shooter brain-dead, he still want peace with us I'm a boss, sixteen hundred shooters all in the cut Ain't no crease up on my sneakers 'cause my feet is up Got that chopper hangin' out, but I got three that's tucked I got three hoes in two-seater tryna eat me up She sniff coke up off my dick like she tryin' bleach my nuts I've been in these streets ever since iPod Touch Whoa! Shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Yeah, shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Yeah, shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Yeah, shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah I got my ruler tucked Get your medulla bust Bro, go and do him up We ain't really losin' much Pipe talked like ten times Shoot your block like ten times Load the Glock like ten times Yeah Brick chain like ten times Pop me a Perc, yeah, I'm booted up Blacked out at 30, let's shoot it up Bitch, I came with the zoo, bitch, I'm zooted up If a opp in this bitch then we shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Yeah, shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Yeah, shoot 'em up Brr Yeah, shoot 'em up Bah Big five, I'm a real don dada Devil in this Prada Niggas know we gangster, we ain't gotta rap about it Broski catchin' Bs, you know he Bs about it Disrespect the zoo, you catchin' Zs about it Niggas steal my style, I don't need no stylist I don't need no stylist I'm in the zoo, this my habitat Glock and it came with a ladder strapped Got some guap in the bank like a letter mat Nigga, you want some smoke, gotta stand on that Shoot it up We catch a rapper, we shoot it up Huh, shoot it up Nigga play with my name then we shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Brr Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up Huh? Yeah, shoot it up What? Yeah, shoot it up Yeah, shoot it up I keep them hitters, they with me, they trained to blow, boy Call up them droppers, they come through and shoot up your bro, boy Hello? I'm on the road to the money, you moving too slow, boy I took your ho 'cause she wanna fuck with a dope boy I'm so sorry Got lil' bro with me, yeah, he be shootin' shit up, yeah Got your ho on my head, she rollin' with us, yeah I be pourin' that Wock', I be pourin' it up Yeah Huh? Yeah Pull up on that gang, we get to shootin' out them cars We was in them Johnnys, now we ridin' double R's Shawty want a nigga, wanna ride with the stars, yeah