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backdoor sam & nickoe - shoot كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: backdoor sam]
these n_gga ducks, afleck
brick of o.g., got it stuffed in my backpack
how you gon’ beef with no gun?
where yo strap at?
aim at his head, tryna knock off his snapback
play with my gang, you gon’ end up a hashtag
i hit the block, fell in love with the fast cash
i’m stuffing grandad all in the trash bag
she just eat d_ck to get gone, with her sad ass
yo n_gga broke, but no hope, with his mad ass
i got this sh_t in a headlock
we aiming at dreadlocks
don’t wanna hit nothing below that
n_gga tired of this b_tch
n_gga come get yo hoe back
we took yo work, n_gga, come get yo bow back
these n_ggas hoes and i’m finna expose that
all of that sucker sh_t, i don’t condone that x2
i’m in the d’ with lil ben
back in the scat pack, sliding again
i just watched him make a 30
i’m shooting like curry, while tray clutch the glock & the f.n
shoot
shoot
b_tch i am a block boy
glock with a 30, it’ll knock off yo top boy
fell in love with the drank
please pass me the wockhardt
on the block with the gang and we posted like rockstars
re_swing the drac’, i don’t play with no guitar
thought we served him so clean, but we gave him some [?]
fitted white tee with a cap in my reeboks
if i spot ’em, i got ’em
i don’t f_ck with no beatbox
smoke in the air and i’m giving out detox
pass me the ball, i’ma slam it like rick fox
and i’m back in that mode, and these n_ggas got me p_ssed off
i ain’t buying that work if i can’t get that brick off
n_ggas ain’t shooting sh_t, they just good with that stick talk
lot of blues in my pocket, but i do not crip walk
crip walk
slatt
slatt
hunid round drum on this drac’, got a kickback
i ain’t cuffing no action, b_tch, get back
i ain’t hitting l!cks with these n_ggas, they been rats
b_tch give me that p_ssy again i need get back
throw me 1 back i’ma handle that
and i want all the smoke, where the cancer at?
if a n_gga move wrong we go’n cancel him
[verse 2: nickoe]
we go’n cancel him
he got hit with the choppa, dismantle him
pour a deuce in this fanta, i’m out of here
i’m in the trap, tryna beat down the pack
i ain’t going back & forth ’bout my prices lil n_gga
i put a scope on a .300 blackout, i’m tryna knock yo back out
i ain’t tryna fight with no n_gga
no
me and backdoor selling bedrock
f_ck what they say, got the trap in a headlock
try to run off, same price on ya head now
5_5.7 contended his dreadlocks
n_gga shouldn’t played, we’ve been smoking on the dead opps
i love the new strand, this sh_t stronger than moon rock
just let it lock up a lil bit, it’s gon’ cool off
j hit the door, now he doing the moonwalk
ooh, ooh
whipping so hard, got a cramp in my wrist
word to plie’ “look at the fl!ck in my wrist”
how the h_ll you a trapper, can’t handle the brick
how?
i rather hit a l!ck by myself
i don’t need no co_defendant, i know they gon’ snitch
i grew up with that n_gga, i know he a b_tch
acting touch on i.g. all that capping and sh_t
capping and sh_t, you know i’m in the trap, see a whole lot of traffic and sh_t
whole lot of action and sh_t
had to kick that lil hoe out the trap, she kept asking for sh_t
freaky, lil nasty, lil bit’
i spent some racks on my neck, spent some racks on my wrist (racks on my wrist)
i mix the wok’ with the trish
so don’t ask why i’m walking like that, why i’m talking like this

- backdoor sam nickoe

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