hurricane chris - shoot first lyrics
[intro]
you know
if a b_tch don’t look over here
she gotta be blind
[chorus]
big ol’ diamonds on my wrist, this sh_t colder than a six_pack
how you let a n_gga step on your lil’ dawg and get your l!ck back?
she hopped in the whip and put her mouth on me, you know i’m with that
ain’t no trickin’ in my blood, i might buy that hoe a kit_kat
i might pull up in the raf, two extra clips to make you get back
in the trenches i was twelve years old, servin n_ggas knicks_sacks
i can’t work no f_ckin’ nine_to_five, n_gga i need big racks
i might hop out with this dirty nine, push a n_gga sh_t back
[verse 1]
in a foreign with a b_tch who know my name, but i can’t say the same
swear to god these n_ggas gon’ get flamed, you best stay in your lane
swear my chopper think its in a gang, ‘causе all it do is bang
on my way from spain, on a plane, eatin’ shrimp lo main (yeah)
n_ggas startеd looking at you different when you get some change
switch the subject, pickin’ up your b_tch, finna go get some brain
n_ggas rockin’ motion out in they chain, you ask me that’s lame
thats a fact, can’t let these n_ggas fool ya, ask ‘em who they jewler
b_tch i’m in the club with my lil shooter, he gon’ work this ruger
come at me with smoke, he gon’ get smoked, now that boy a hookah
oh you in my way, don’t want to move? i got some sh_t to move ya
ar with so many f_ckin’ clips, b_tch i’m really stupid
[chorus]
big ol’ diamonds on my wrist, this sh_t colder than a six_pack
how you let a n_gga step on your lil’ dawg and get your l!ck back?
she hopped in the whip and put her mouth on me, you know i’m with that
ain’t no trickin’ in my blood, i might buy that hoe a kit_kat
i might pull up in the raf, two extra clips to make you get back
in the trenches i was twelve years old, servin n_ggas knicks_sacks
i can’t work no f_ckin’ nine_to_five, n_gga i need big racks
i might hop out with this dirty nine, push a n_gga sh_t back
[verse 2]
i remember they used to talk about my kicks, i couldn’t forget that
now the same n_ggas be broke as f_ck, can’t even afford a big mac
momma taught me, if a n_gga hit you first you better hit back
daddy taught me how to work this .223 like “raddt, tat, tat, tat”
in my section we got k!llers, you a master splinter big rat
you tellin’ sh_t that people ain’t even ask you, and that’s big facts
actin’ like you really rich in front of n_ggas will get you jizzacked
strip his ass naked, tell your people “pull up, get your sh_t back”
know your pockets hurt
you ain’t got no plan, and i don’t get that
got no handout for no n_gga
thats on my momma, i’m not with that
n_ggas always beggin, cryin, bummin, tell me where your b_tch at
b_tch i’m from the south, on the couch, her mouth where my d_ck at
[chorus]
big ol’ diamonds on my wrist, this sh_t colder than a six_pack
how you let a n_gga step on your lil’ dawg and get your l!ck back?
she hopped in the whip and put her mouth on me, you know i’m with that
ain’t no trickin’ in my blood, i might buy that hoe a kit_kat
i might pull up in the raf, two extra clips to make you get back
in the trenches i was twelve years old, servin n_ggas knicks_sacks
i can’t work no f_ckin’ nine_to_five, n_gga i need big racks
i might hop out with this dirty nine, push a n_gga sh_t back
[outro]
(mumbling)
i’m him
on god
on god!
n_ggas talkin
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