"How We Shoot" lyrics
Automatics, uh, shotguns bark
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
Run up, good luck, 'cause that Glock's fulled up
Four-fours holding four fours, full stop
Everyone's a gangster, they've never slapped off
Shot - in his face then gave bae back shots
She don't like me, she likes that I'm getting paid
Me and bro hitting shots out the Escalade
I don't need a rap deal, I got trap skills
Skinny yute but my pockets looking fat still
Arse so fat, I asked her if the back's real
Slap two out the whip then burn out the back wheel
Switch off the Glock, I'ma cause an earthquake
Got the best present, he got slashed on my birthday
Ever seen a gunman looking this fly?
Six in my stick, you'll get shot six times
Miss me with the drama, I wanna live life
And I'd rather shoot myself before I ever switch sides
Automatics, uh, shotguns bark
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
BB, I'm with it till the wheels fall off
I don't miss my old ting, I miss the old sawn-off
Swear I coulda cried, the drop got called off
Feds at my crib, kicking every door off
Yo, I can't sleep in this little life of mine
Shoulda got a job, I built a little life of crime
I was in that T-house, night till day
Spent thirty in Marbs, that was minor change
I'm overseas, me and M like it's not hot
Before I did rap, I got my opps shot
Had a dream I was shooting on the opp block
Woke up and had the whole of Topsides locked off
Gunman, trap star, rap star too
Jump out, bap-bap then move
Why the fuck do they rap like they're living the truth?
Between their whole gang, ain't got a fifty in jewels
Automatics, uh, shotguns bark
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
Run up, good luck, 'cause that Glock's fulled up
Four-fours holding four fours, full stop
Everyone's a gangster, they've never slapped off
Shot - in his face then gave bae back shots
She don't like me, she likes that I'm getting paid
Me and bro hitting shots out the Escalade
I don't need a rap deal, I got trap skills
Skinny yute but my pockets looking fat still
Arse so fat, I asked her if the back's real
Slap two out the whip then burn out the back wheel
Switch off the Glock, I'ma cause an earthquake
Got the best present, he got slashed on my birthday
Ever seen a gunman looking this fly?
Six in my stick, you'll get shot six times
Miss me with the drama, I wanna live life
And I'd rather shoot myself before I ever switch sides
Automatics, uh, shotguns bark
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
BB, I'm with it till the wheels fall off
I don't miss my old ting, I miss the old sawn-off
Swear I coulda cried, the drop got called off
Feds at my crib, kicking every door off
Yo, I can't sleep in this little life of mine
Shoulda got a job, I built a little life of crime
I was in that T-house, night till day
Spent thirty in Marbs, that was minor change
I'm overseas, me and M like it's not hot
Before I did rap, I got my opps shot
Had a dream I was shooting on the opp block
Woke up and had the whole of Topsides locked off
Gunman, trap star, rap star too
Jump out, bap-bap then move
Why the fuck do they rap like they're living the truth?
Between their whole gang, ain't got a fifty in jewels
Automatics, uh, shotguns bark
Fresh G-19's come out the box
Touch me, you're done, trust me, it's long
This ain't the jailhouse, no one-on-ones
M got the pump, - got the snub
Go ask the opps how we tape off the club
She just want love, I just want guns
And if man hop out, the four just run
