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letra de shots fired - polo g

[intro]
ayy, b-tch you hoein’, ayy
ayy, n-gga, is you won? uh-uh
ayy, n-gga, is you won? uh, uh
nah, n-gga, do you want it?
roll on the summer, run a [?]
uh-uh, really got a [?]
(sethinthekitchen)
(m-m-m-murda)
uh, ayy, ayy (dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
[verse 1]
we could bang it out until your last k!ller left, uh
too deep up in that water left him gasping for breath
played with one of ours, its like you asking for death
my lil’ woadie knock your top off if i ask him to step
my hitters sentimental, shoot with passion like steph
i roll with ‘hock, so f-ck a brick, this just the side that i rep’
i know these hoes change, that’s just some’ i had to accept
now i got road rage, racing to this cash, i ain’t slept

[refrain]
calabasas, grab the mansion with a birds eye view
i done f-cked around, woke up feeling blessed, and bought a coupe’, uh
if it’s us or them, then i’m gon purge with my crew
this glizzy like an instrument, it blow on my queue (uh, uh)

[chorus]
they throw rocks high, f-ck the opps slide (uh, uh)
shots fired, now the cops flyin’
f-ck a stop sign, reaper lock eyes
leave their block frying, .45s and glock .9s

[verse 2]
i’m a sed baby, boolin’ on that block since i was little
better pick a side, we crop ’em out for tryna play the middle
30 shots up in this magazine, like what’s the issue, huh?
if he drop a dime, change his ass with this four nickel
my lil’ n-gga shootin’, no hesitation, f-ck off the dribble
off this hard work and dedication, them numbers triple
i’m just naturally a real one, these n-ggas artificial
let me dumb it down, basically these n-ggas aren’t official
i’ve been dropping gang signs, and running with some lost souls
i told my fallen soldiers, “meet me at the crossroads”
i just might gucci tint my glasses, i’m in boss mode
that lil b-tch sick she miss her b she watched that vault close (uh, uh)
[chorus]
they throw rocks high, f-ck the opps slide (uh, uh)
shots fired, now the cops flyin’
f-ck a stop sign, reaper lock eyes
leave their block frying, .45s and glock .9s

- polo g

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