letra de shoot - neito nicce
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b-tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f-ck up the root
these n-ggas b-tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n-ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n-ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[verse 1]
b-tch i’m still passing on these b-tches like i’m rondo
getting that cash i need my bag and i need that pr-nto
gotta bad b-tch and she suck my d-ck up in toronto
smash her then pass her to my homie then i leave like john doe
never gave a f-ck about no b-tch sh-t i don’t need her
if she suck d-ck and the p-ssy real tight then i might keep her
i don’t want co-signs i don’t need no signs i don’t need features
neito got no time neito got showtime neito creatures
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n-ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n-ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b-tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f-ck up the root
these n-ggas b-tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n-ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n-ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[verse 2]
b-tch i’m still hoping on tip
shoot that b-tch up like i’m rip
rocking blue all in a day
they might just think i’m a crip
im sipping lean when i’m popping her p-ssy she know i’m still popping her zip
if you ever see me in the motherf-cking streets lil n-gga you don’t know me like tip
i get that cash and that bag i tell no lies
these n-ggas hating on my soul i don’t know why
back in my bag i’m running my flag i’m running my coop
these n-ggas mad they running with flags and they just might shoot
[chorus]
all of my shooters gone shoot
i get that cash in that loop
i get that bag every day
smoking that gas in that coop
counting this money b-tch ain’t nothing funny i might just go f-ck up the root
these n-ggas b-tches they acting like snitches i might just go ahead and pursuit
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