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letra de shots fired (pt. 2) - yung armaniii

[intro: yung ly & yung armani]
talk your f-cking sh-t, armani
free the guys
i think it was some

[chorus: yung armani]
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (brrt)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was ’round)
got a new ar15, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (a couple)
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (a man down)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was round)
got a new ar15, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (a couple)

[verse 1: yung armani]
with the bro ly, but he do not lie (nah)
if i see amiya, then i’ll let off that fire (let it off)
she wanted to break up, didn’t want her to be mine (nah)
don’t even explain it if i didn’t ask “why”
too many dracs on my right and my left (yeah)
he across the field, still shoot him steph (brrt)
i took his soul, better call me theft (better call me theft)
gun wasn’t too big but it was real heft (yeah)
two commas in the bank, i’m the top boy (top boy)
nut in her mouth, tell her ass, “enjoy”
ain’t got to slide back, i’mma destroy
i’m tryna go do the purge in illinois (von)
[chorus: yung armani & yung ly]
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (brrt)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was ’round)
got a new ar15, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (a couple)
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (a man down)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was round)
got a new ar15, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: yung ly]
riding down the street, catch bodies everyday (everyday)
don’t play around because you know i keep a k (keep a k)
man, i love my choppa, i love what it say (what it say)
my choppa hit you up, i’ll leave in dismay (in dismay)
what you say, oh, my draco finna spray (grrah)
need a baddie, need a girl like sommer ray (she a baddie)
we gon’ pull up and gon’ shoot him in the face (in the face)
you know i’m pulling up and then i skrrt off in the wraith (in the wraith)
he talking trash then i’ma get that boy erased
smashing on shorty, bust all on her face
i’m a young n-gga, you don’t want no smoke
i’m been sipping on that wockhardt, sipping on that sloat

[chorus: yung armani & yung ly]
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (brrt)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was ’round)
got a new ar15, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (a couple)
i think that it’s shots fired, it’s a man down (a man down)
these yungins here to stay, you know that we be up in the town (in the town)
you know i wanted to hit her because her ass was ’round (it was round)
got a new ar fifteen, with the scope and the beam and it weigh a couple of them pounds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: v3wrld]
ayy, slap a n-gga in his face, call me will smith
how you say you gang lil n-gga, you ain’t k!ll switch
ran down on his mans, he started running like the pace test
told that hoe, don’t try me, b-tch, you know that i don’t take no test
spin his block, just like a beyblade
ratchet like the bay bay kids
know that b-tch a sl-t, she got me f-cked up, think she gon’ have my kids
put a beam on a chop, n-gga thought he saw satan (ayy)
stomp his face in the ground, you know that we gon’ rearrange him
when i pull up, it’s red tipping on the scene, just know it’s shots fired
this choppa getting real hot, it’s gon’ cook him like some popeyes
dissing on the gang, he gon’ meet his friend in the sky
say you smoking in the air, we gon’ leave hot box
riding around with a hot glock
take his head off like a droptop
draco hit his dreadlocks
don’t need no vest, it’s gon’ be a headshot
hit his b-tch once and i made her twice
in the bushes, n-gga, always
in that p-ssy, i beat it all night
don’t play with toys, i play with extendos
get that pack off
know i’m trapping ndos
brains hanging to his elbows
pass off right through the middle door
stack up my bread, just like some legos
b-tch on my d-ck and she will not let go
she like “can i have your kids?”
i’m telling her “h-ll no”
tell the police, they heard a noise “who was it”
n-gga, i don’t know
[outro: yung armani, yung ly & v3wrld]
with the bro ly, but he do not lie
if i see amiya, then i’ll let off that fire
she wanted to break up, didn’t want her to be mine
don’t even explain it if i didn’t ask “why”
riding down the street, catch bodies everyday
don’t play around because you know i keep a k
man, i love my choppa, i love what it say
my choppa hit you up, i’ll leave in dismay
ayy, slap a n-gga in his face, call me will smith
how you say you gang, lil n-gga, you ain’t k!ll switch
ran down on his mans, he started running like the pace test
told that hoe, don’t try me, b-tch, you know that i don’t take no test

- yung armaniii

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