Shots Fired

Album: Good News (2020)
Charted: 82
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  • Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

    Imagine niggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real bitch (huh?)
    Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
    Imagine me givin' a fuck it was your fuckin' birthday (fuck you)
    You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
    Now imagine me cockblockin' niggas on some dry shit (what?)
    I don't want you on the bench
    believe you wouldn't've been invited (you wouldn't've been invited)
    And if it weren't for me
    same week, you would have been indicted (should've let them lock your ass up)
    You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
    Now y'all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a puss in boots
    You shot a 5'10" bitch with a .22
    Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
    A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings (ah)
    Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a bitch (he a bitch)
    We all know the shit I could've came back with (lil' ass nigga)
    He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
    I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (what's poppin'?)
    Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
    And we still ain't got no fuckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
    Any nigga on that nigga's side is a clout chaser (fuck y'all)
    A bitch who he fuckin' or a ho that he payin', uh

    Imagine me, hahaha
    Imagine me entertaining you fuckin' goofy-ass niggas
    And you fuckin' goofy-ass bitches
    Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

    Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
    Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
    And that go for you bitches too that's tryna get picked
    Talkin' shit, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
    Ooh shit, it's a lotta weak niggas in this bitch, they confused
    They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they dick
    Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
    I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched caught a loss had something to say, ayy
    I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh
    They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
    I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherfuckin' cold
    Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
    Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
    I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all name
    Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from?
    Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
    I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real bitch
    And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
    You'd think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
    I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy

    Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
    Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' dick
    I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
    I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
    Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
    FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin' there
    Bitch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
    Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
    Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
    No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn't had
    Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
    Next nigga send a shot, I'ma send it right back (ah)

    Brrt, brrt
    Brrt, haha
    Ah
    Should've let them lock your ass up
    Pussy Writer/s: Allie Wrubel, Herb Magidson, Megan Pete, Tyron Buddah Douglas
    Publisher: MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Administration MP, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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