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shoota - battlefield كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hollow tips no politics f_ck n_gga
gang
i done lost some real n_ggas in the battlefield
gang, this for all the fallen soldiers (it’s shoota)
dbd4l

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m cooking up so foul n_ggas calling techs
we catching bodies we don’t hit em with no body checks
where i’m from they dropping bodies and n0body checks
you can’t make it out the trenches without common sense
how you make it out the cell? that n_gga talk to feds
i’m just tryna get a check and give my momma bread
n_ggas say they in the field but that sh_t all pretend
if a p_ssy drop a diss that n_gga dropping dead
and bro been fighting with some demons but he heaven sent
and i been dropping n_ggas off and saying self defense
and i been shouting out my block and what i represent
and i been sending off some shots cause we ain’t sending texts
my bro ain’t facing time they gave him house arrest
think i work at subway cause we never running outta bread
they like shoota give me a chance, gave him a count from ten
they thought my n_ggas wiped they crew, they started counting heads
bout a check, b_tch we bout a check, we ain’t counterfeit
graveyard shift, bodies dropping when the hour hit
acting disrespectful, you get buried where the flowers is
you been talking sh_t online then block me, that’s some coward sh_t
i turned my back on him they thought that i was tripping
but that boy wasn’t my homie the second he started snitching
seen that n_gga on the stand, now i can’t stand that n_gga
catch that p_ssy at the addy spazzy canned that n_gga, yeah
and you said you don’t like them n_ggas, you act like them n_ggas
but i’m the type to pull up blasting, i don’t type to n_ggas
i used to make my momma cry but now she h_lla proud
my choppa post malone, these opps must think they better now
rocking all white, but i beat a n_gga black and blue
b_tch i’m bob the builder in the streets i always pack a tool
you think i can’t get you wiped off? i put some bands on you
you think i can’t make you famous? choppa call the camera crew
[hook]
my n_ggas run the block like it’s track and field
i ain’t no wizard but i’m shooting like i’m bradley beal
you gave that b_tch the world, i hit and bought a happy meal
i done lost some real n_ggas in the battlefield
(r.i.p my homies, yah i got them feds on me)
i done lost some real n_ggas in the battlefield
(r.i.p my homies, yah i got them feds on me)
i done lost some real n_ggas, real n_ggas

[verse 2]
i done lost some real n_ggas, i done lost some gang n_ggas
gotta pour out all my drank just for the ones that ain’t with us
got a sniper on the roof, hit you off a paink!ller
get the dough and i don’t ever fold, i’m the same n_gga, yeah
these b_tches swear they love you but they capping though
tryna pull up on my family, i go savage mode
and ask the opps, i ain’t stopping till your casket closed
came from the backstreets, we ain’t going back to broke, yeah
feds tape the scene, we still making green
tryna play with me, you just make believe
ain’t no making peace, ain’t no maybelline
ima trade the team, my n_ggas play for keeps
going hard for the cheddar we ain’t gentle
f_ck the law until they let my dogs up out the kennel
k!llers riding with me they in the back of the rental
she came with her sister n_gga that’s kylie and kendall
sk wipe a n_gga stats, check the scoreboard
8 n_ggas deep but we sliding in a four door
they know my name around the city, b_tch i get around
that n_gga dissed the gang, you know his ass was never found
i might have to disappear like makaveli (2pac)
locked up in them cages writing verses with my celly
young n_gga got murder on my mind like i was melly
we ain’t come to play no games my young n_ggas ain’t friendly, no no
[outro]
my n_ggas really do this sh_t for real, n_gga
dbd on top never lacking always coming with that heat, p_ssy
holy ghost
it’s shoota
hollow tips no politics, that’s how the f_ck i’m coming, n_gga
gang
only god can judge me

- shoota

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