"60 Shots" lyrics
Dee Mula & Big Boogie Lyrics
(Honcho on that beat, word, say less)
Sixty shots or better, sixty shots or better
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt (Sixty, uh, uh)
Sixty shots or better (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)
Sixty shots or better, sixty shots or better (Phew, phew, phew)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Uh, uh, uh, or better
Uh, Zman, Zeda livin', uh, mm, mm (Dee Mula)
Sixty shots or better (Phew)
I'm talkin' 'bout nigga better have a sixty shot plus, ah-ha (You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hahaha)
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Poof)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Show them bitches you ain't playin', go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, phew)
They fucked up, let me run my money up, it's over with now
We talk in code, I tell 'em get your mask, cold, why not?
She told me she'll set them niggas up, I sure wouldn't mind
I like how she be thinkin', keep that up, your soul gon' be mine (Come here)
It ain't funny when them bodies drop, is it? (Talk to me)
And you can't run when they go off, them switches (Grrt, whoo, whoo)
I'm so married to this cup, I just keep pourin' up, it got me slowin' up
E-Every day I got a different gun, the opps ain't showin' up
Them niggas hidin', you don't think my nigga know 'bout them lil' spots? (Huh?)
All they heard was gunshots (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah), tires scratchin' out the lot (Skrrt)
Who do you think doin' all the killin', nigga? (Huh? Hahaha)
You ain't gotta pillow talk if you don't feel a nigga
When I don't feel a nigga, I show it, get too close, I'ma blow it (Boom, boom)
Everybody keep their hand out, that shit there gettin' annoyin'
'Cause I know what they doin', they know my heart big and I'm the one that come through for 'em
First time you tell 'em no, they throwin' shots, fuck it, keep goin'
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Poof)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew, Big Dude)
Show them bitches you ain't playin' (Gangland), go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, Gangland)
Eight, eighty shots or better out that Drac' (Cha-cha), that's how we supposed to move (Boom)
Every nigga that you see with me, I bet they blow for me (Gangland, members)
I can run for president, I bet my Gangland vote for me (Shh)
I can push that button and have your brain pictures all over scene (Cha-cha, glrrd)
They know they ain't scarin' shit (Scarin'), they know they ain't slam shit (Ooh, slam)
They know they ain't comin' like Big Dude (No-no), they ain't gon' blam shit (Big Dude)
Choppers, switches, you know how we thuggin', we ain't ran from shit (Cha-cha, cha-cha)
Bitch, we pop out gang and fuck your gang if you ain't ran with me (Raccoons)
Niggas actin' killer with their gun, I sure got mine (Ooh)
Hide your bitch when I come out the house, she sure gon' be mine (Ooh)
Mom, momma said, "Some these bitches ain't shit," she sure ain't lyin' (No)
I can put that bag up on your head, it's more than a dime (Frrt, Big Dude)
Big Dude
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar (Yeah, I'm Gangland)
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch (Glrrd, glrrd)
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career (Ha, I'm Big Dude)
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Show them bitches you ain't playin', go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, hey, go through, hit their shit again)
Ha, yeah, I'm Big Dude
Yeah, sixty shots or better, yeah, eighty shots or never, yeah
Glrrd, ha, ha
Sixty shots or better, yeah, eighty shots or never
Big Dude, Gangland
Sixty shots or better, sixty shots or better
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt (Sixty, uh, uh)
Sixty shots or better (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)
Sixty shots or better, sixty shots or better (Phew, phew, phew)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Uh, uh, uh, or better
Uh, Zman, Zeda livin', uh, mm, mm (Dee Mula)
Sixty shots or better (Phew)
I'm talkin' 'bout nigga better have a sixty shot plus, ah-ha (You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hahaha)
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Poof)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Show them bitches you ain't playin', go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, phew)
They fucked up, let me run my money up, it's over with now
We talk in code, I tell 'em get your mask, cold, why not?
She told me she'll set them niggas up, I sure wouldn't mind
I like how she be thinkin', keep that up, your soul gon' be mine (Come here)
It ain't funny when them bodies drop, is it? (Talk to me)
And you can't run when they go off, them switches (Grrt, whoo, whoo)
I'm so married to this cup, I just keep pourin' up, it got me slowin' up
E-Every day I got a different gun, the opps ain't showin' up
Them niggas hidin', you don't think my nigga know 'bout them lil' spots? (Huh?)
All they heard was gunshots (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah), tires scratchin' out the lot (Skrrt)
Who do you think doin' all the killin', nigga? (Huh? Hahaha)
You ain't gotta pillow talk if you don't feel a nigga
When I don't feel a nigga, I show it, get too close, I'ma blow it (Boom, boom)
Everybody keep their hand out, that shit there gettin' annoyin'
'Cause I know what they doin', they know my heart big and I'm the one that come through for 'em
First time you tell 'em no, they throwin' shots, fuck it, keep goin'
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Poof)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew, Big Dude)
Show them bitches you ain't playin' (Gangland), go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, Gangland)
Eight, eighty shots or better out that Drac' (Cha-cha), that's how we supposed to move (Boom)
Every nigga that you see with me, I bet they blow for me (Gangland, members)
I can run for president, I bet my Gangland vote for me (Shh)
I can push that button and have your brain pictures all over scene (Cha-cha, glrrd)
They know they ain't scarin' shit (Scarin'), they know they ain't slam shit (Ooh, slam)
They know they ain't comin' like Big Dude (No-no), they ain't gon' blam shit (Big Dude)
Choppers, switches, you know how we thuggin', we ain't ran from shit (Cha-cha, cha-cha)
Bitch, we pop out gang and fuck your gang if you ain't ran with me (Raccoons)
Niggas actin' killer with their gun, I sure got mine (Ooh)
Hide your bitch when I come out the house, she sure gon' be mine (Ooh)
Mom, momma said, "Some these bitches ain't shit," she sure ain't lyin' (No)
I can put that bag up on your head, it's more than a dime (Frrt, Big Dude)
Big Dude
Sixty shots or better, bangin' Crip, that C my favorite letter (Crip, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Known for home invasion, so impatient, racin' to that cheddar (Yeah, I'm Gangland)
I rock thousand-dollar kicks and I spent thousands on my bitch (Glrrd, glrrd)
We hit their block every night with switches, now they callin' quits (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
That nigga broke and insecure, I drop that bag, they disappear (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Mixin' red with yellow, I get high and rap, that's my career (Ha, I'm Big Dude)
Slow motion when that dope kick in, it's mandatory, you 'posed to spin (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
Show them bitches you ain't playin', go through, hit their shit again (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, hey, go through, hit their shit again)
Ha, yeah, I'm Big Dude
Yeah, sixty shots or better, yeah, eighty shots or never, yeah
Glrrd, ha, ha
Sixty shots or better, yeah, eighty shots or never
Big Dude, Gangland
