Song: | Shoot |
Singer: | G Herbo |
Music: | Chopsquad DJ |
Lyrics: | G Herbo, Skilla Baby, Chopsquad DJ |
Album: | Big Swerv (2024) |
Shoot Lyrics
(Banger)
(Bangers Music Group)
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) Ha, hmm
I’m in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter of fact, you see ’em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (Baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (You see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pu$y
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (You better shoot, come on)
Ayy
They outside, you know what to do
Backseat, hop out, in the street, pick a group
n!ggas hoes, post tweets, say he seen me, what he do?
So I must ain’t see you, you see me? n!gga, shoot
Eyes bloody, I see red, know n!ggas that bang blue
Ma said, “Baby, they be shootin’ outside”
Ma, I be shootin’ sh!t up too
Drop the top on the coupe outside, waitin’ on a f**k n!gga to lose
I heard Herbo ain’t that n!gga, waitin’ on a f**k n!gga to prove it
Wide awake, we caught ’em snoozin’, like N.W.A, we ruthless
Know my opps feelin’ hopeless, grab the ‘Lac and bulletproofed it
Shoot, shoot, shoot (You see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pu$y
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (You better shoot, pu$y)
I’m in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter of fact, you see ’em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (Baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (You see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pu$y
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (You better shoot)
If you see me, you better shoot, what you think I’ma do
If I see you? If I see you, ICU (Ha)
n!ggas be sendin’ death threats, but they know I’m a killer too
These n!ggas ain’t tryna beef, they tryna sue
In my city, I’m known to kill the who’s who of who’s who
I up my blick with a smirk, they gon’ run when we shoot
Pull up, fah-fah-fah, whip bangin’ “Who Want Smoke?”
How you ‘posed to beef with me and you a ho? Huh?
I’m out here, ridin’ with a MAC-10, I’m tryna get ’em smacked, twin
Hit a n!gga in his head then pull up to the ‘Raq, twin
All my blickies got a switchy, I don’t never lack, twin
Dawg, he said he wanted smoke and got smoked, man, what happened?
I’m in Miami in a coupe
Man, I think I lost the roof
See my opps, throw me a oop
Matter of fact, you see ’em, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
Shoot, shoot, shoot (Baow)
You see my opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot (Baow), shoot, shoot
You see the opps, you better shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot (You see the opps, you better shoot)
Shoot, pu$y
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (You better shoot, come on)
You see the opps, you better shoot