Shoot

[Intro: Trap Manny] Huh Yeah, huh Ooh, huh Sheesh, huh Yeah, fuck Yeah, ooh [Chorus: Trap Manny] Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah (Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah) Having y'all killers paid, nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah (All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt) Popping Perkys for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah (Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through) I'm just trying to get paid, you should try and do the same thing too, yeah (You should try to do the same too, yeah) Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (Woo, woo) Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (Sheesh, woo, woo) When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (Woo, sheesh) I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade going through him You know how I'm moving (Brrt, yeah) [Verse 1: Don Q] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot How the fuck I get bands in the city? (How?) Go ask the streets who the man in the city (Yeah) Where I'm you from, it ain't peace, you can't handle your Glizzy Still play in the trap, I'm the soul of the trenches (The soul of the trenches) I snuck through the back, they ain't show me the entrance (Yeah) You thought I would lack, upping four when I sent you (Ha) My ex on me back, I ain't showing no interest We turned the hood to a car show (To a car show) Told the block, "Turn the hood into Narcos" (Into Narcos) Told the cops, "We gon' serve when the park closed" (Bitch) Tell the custies, "I got what you starve for" (Yeah, yeah) Took a uppie and innie, my heart slow (Innie, my heart slow) Tell 'em, "Guppies don't swim where the sharks go" (Yeah) Tell my mother, "My man made a hundred in a day, the fuck I'ma go get a job for?" (Fuck I'ma go get a job for?) [Chorus: Trap Manny] Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah (Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah) Having y'all killers paid, nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah (All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt) Popping Perkys for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah (Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through) I'm just trying to get paid, you should try and do the same thing too, yeah (You should try to do the same too, yeah) Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (Woo, woo) Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (Sheesh, woo, woo) When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (Woo, sheesh) I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade going through him You know how I'm moving (Brrt) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I'm from the block where they killing the killers and robbing the robbers, can't nobody stop us I'm from the block where we get in the pills and we just sit back, we don't sell 'em, we pop 'em I gotta go just to get me a Grammy, but you know I'm stuck in the trenches regardless Choppers and AK's, these are not SI's, I paid a big bag to get me some flawless Bro went to jail and I sent him a nick' and I told him, "Fall back", he ain't gotta keep calling Rappers don't check in and come to the city, they come to the city, they having a problem Ball, I'ma ball like the nigga from New Orleans Niggas ain't run up a check, why you stalling? Pass me a bottle of Fiji, I'm rolling The Glock I got protecting me like a Trojan (Yeah) And we don' play that Gotta watch for the jakes on the wave out (Yeah) And we stay strapped You can't go on a date, you gotta take out Ten K on your grill, you got a fake mouth Hit that trap for that cash, we gon' stake out Fuck a bitch, then we leave, we gon' make out Type that come with fast cars, they gon' highjack Tenfold, I can spend a hundred, where the dice at? Snitch can't send the big shots, where the mice at? Keyboard, ain't no real killer finna type that Dior, ayy, Don Q, where the mic's at? Headshot, ambulance told you, "Don't even fight that", yeah [Chorus: Trap Manny] Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah (Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah) Having y'all killers paid, nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah (All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt) Popping Perkys for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah (Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through) I'm just trying to get paid, you should try and do the same thing too, yeah (You should try to do the same too, yeah) Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (Woo, woo) Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (Sheesh, woo, woo) When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (Woo, sheesh) I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade going through him You know how I'm moving (Brrt)