Home Song Lyrics BlocBoy JB – Shoot Lyrics

BlocBoy JB – Shoot Lyrics

0

BlocBoy JB – Shoot Lyrics

Shoot Lyrics by 

[Intro]
Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky b—h on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I’m commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

[Hook/Chorus]
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

[Verse 1]
Strapped like it’s , you singing,
You play it get deadly, it’s Grape Gang, no jelly
I’m counting up fetti, you talking already
I pull up with choppers that come with machetes
I’m f—–g on Betty, head got me steady
I call her Lil Caesars, that b—h hot and ready
My gun a Lil Caesars, that b—h hot and ready
I dumped my —h, now that b—h hot and jealous
Hold up, let me catch my breath
Shoot a n—a teeth, then say he killed himself
Fill ’em up with holes like a criminal
Paralyzed waist down, now he can’t feel himself
Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain’t nothing else
Freaky b—h, I make her touch herself
I’m balling in town, look like f–k a ref
Leave his a-s stanking, I blow him like bad breath
Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta
Go, when the police come, dip underground
Spend a hundred something when I move around
Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them Haitians, they up on the Gram
Shh, don’t make a sound

SEE ALSO:  Lil Baby – Never Needed Help Lyrics

[Hook/Chorus]
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

[Post-Hook/Chorus]
Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll
Freaky b—h on go, she gone off the road
Run up in your house like I’m commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

[Verse 2]
Homicide, b—h we known for that
Screenshotting s–t, I text her, you too grown for that
Yeah that trap s–t, I got two phones for that
I’m a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch
Stop what you’re doing
Thirty-three in my clip, that’s Patrick Ewing
Open up wide, girl I’m looking for the chewing
Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing
It’s the nina with the coolant
Mask on, AR, b—h that’s on my side
PRG, 700, we don’t let s–t slide “crip”
We don’t let s–t slide “crip”, n—a play with me I ride “crip”
B—h I’m cripping with the guys, We D-up with three high fives

SEE ALSO:  Lily Allen – Higher Lyrics

[Hook/Chorus]
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.