We Shot Ya (Explicit)

Lyrics by：James Todd Smith/Jean Claude Olivier/James Brown/Lyn Collins/Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price

Composed by：James Todd Smith/Jean Claude Olivier/James Brown/Lyn Collins/Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price

Produced by：Tony Touch

Yeah Brrt

We back nigga

Boom boom boom boom boom boom

Applying pressure

The Butcher comin' nigga

On you **** niggas

I'm gonna smack one of you

Niggas with the back of this forty

Knock the whole bottom row out nigga

Look I'm havin' a mean run

And it feel amazing

Five hundred racks in the safe

But still I'm saving

In the booth that's

When I'm feeling dangerous

Malice in my heart

I'm feeling heinous

I grip the stainless

I hit his minutes **** it cave in

Rearrange him

Feel the culture shifting

And changing since I came in

Uh cook the oodles

Of noodle chicken ramen

Wash out the pot then use

It again to whip the 'caine in

Ah big-a*s MAC on me

The clip is hangin'

Shoot up your block

'Cause I don't respond to diss songs

You niggas nameless

I got shooters on the payroll ******

Draco buster

I grew around the yayo hustlers

Griselda **** *****

Niggas know we ain't no suckers

Niggas can say what they want

But they ain't gon' touch us

We gunnin' **** down

They know of us

We givin' hospital trips

Leg broke crutches

Niggas hate they broke *******

I went to my jeweler

And spent a fifty

Cash

I did it 'cause niggas

Thought they was richer than me

Niggas never did nothin'

That really benefit me

Not at all

Somehow I still got more

Money than them significantly

Bentayga in the rain

When I whip the Bentley

Might let you hold an

Umbrella for me like Mr Bentley

Uh the Rollie bust it was forty plus

Talk to 'em

Machine *****

And Tony Touch **** it's only us

Who want what with me

I'm in need of the company

Enough sticks to stash one

In every room at the DoubleTree

I'm wherever the crack cook

Tana to Flatbush

Lose to bums how that look

My brain like a MacBook

Ain't nothin' 'bout these chains

On me special I'm used to wearin' 'em

All of my niggas got pizzas

Y'all used to sharin' 'em

Hmm niggas quick to switch

The hate be real

When you go from flippin' sixty-twos

To an eighty-twenty label deal

Will I ever know how a halo feel

Maybe not I take the pot

Stack mines tall as Jermaine O'Neal

With Louis on

I feel like BIG with Coogi on

Toolie on 'cause I got three bricks

Worth of jewelry on

She give me top while the movie on

We hood movie stars

Stamped from Elmira to juvie hall

I might be the reason you meet God

I thought y'all niggas was gangster

But all that dick-ridin' threw me off

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go