"SHOOT PEOPLE YOU DON'T LIKE" lyrics
Hello, I'm Lil Darkie
I yell
I smoke
I shoot things
I, uh, shoot things
Fuck what you is, what you ain't
Nigga, you a walking taint
I might faint
I'm a saint
How 'bout not
Nigga stop
Huh, fuck yo inhibitions I'mma drown em in the drop
In the wock witcha your pops at cops on my block
Rock with the killers and the Naz Yeah
Niggas that might spill you with the Glock
Get the vision like a hawk
Boy got intuition like hes Spock, yuh
During intermission, you can talk to your friends
I don't stop at the ends
I keep pushing
Leave your dreams on a cushion
I be rolling like I'm sparking
You ain't even through the cushion
Uh, I'm the motherfucker on a mission, yuh
We the motherfuckers make decisions, yuh
Shout out my shout out my brain
Got pummeled [?]
Strain lobotomize mainframe
Do what we sodomized
Main bitch fucked up
I don't do [?] man get tucked up
Uh, I'm gonna gas that nitrogen
Site 'em in
Invite your friends
I'll insight a riot
Shots he got leave you on a diet
Shots he got leave you on the floor
Lil darkie he want some more
Whore, you that type of bitch
You won't fight I'll snipe you bitch
Bang, Bang, Spider Gang
Shoot people, we don't hate
Put, Put, Put, Put, Suck my nut up
Bitch, you fucked up
You so stuck up
Batta Batta Ba, Batta Ba Ba Boo
Talk about it bad but it come back to
Fucking with a bad babe
Come at fu
Better buck up 'fore you get fucked up too
With the gang and the strap
Tonight like [?]
Let it swing got a chain like [?]
Let it bang cause I love that sound
Men insane when I hit my green
I will hit whatever you in
Set you free from a world of sin
Shoot people you don't like why the fuck not?
Bloodshot, Tough luck, Going through a rough spot
Yuh, shoot people you don't like
Shoot people take their life, yuh
Ay, listen, kids
If anyone ever steps on your shoes or looks at you funny
I'ma tell you what you do alright?
What you do is you pull out the strap
Then you aim it at their head
And then 1...2...
POP!
You shoot 'em in the head and they're gone
It's easy like that 1, 2, they're over
Bing batta boom
(Cchk) (brrrrrrrrt)
I yell
I smoke
I shoot things
I, uh, shoot things
Fuck what you is, what you ain't
Nigga, you a walking taint
I might faint
I'm a saint
How 'bout not
Nigga stop
Huh, fuck yo inhibitions I'mma drown em in the drop
In the wock witcha your pops at cops on my block
Rock with the killers and the Naz Yeah
Niggas that might spill you with the Glock
Get the vision like a hawk
Boy got intuition like hes Spock, yuh
During intermission, you can talk to your friends
I don't stop at the ends
I keep pushing
Leave your dreams on a cushion
I be rolling like I'm sparking
You ain't even through the cushion
Uh, I'm the motherfucker on a mission, yuh
We the motherfuckers make decisions, yuh
Shout out my shout out my brain
Got pummeled [?]
Strain lobotomize mainframe
Do what we sodomized
Main bitch fucked up
I don't do [?] man get tucked up
Uh, I'm gonna gas that nitrogen
Site 'em in
Invite your friends
I'll insight a riot
Shots he got leave you on a diet
Shots he got leave you on the floor
Lil darkie he want some more
Whore, you that type of bitch
You won't fight I'll snipe you bitch
Bang, Bang, Spider Gang
Shoot people, we don't hate
Put, Put, Put, Put, Suck my nut up
Bitch, you fucked up
You so stuck up
Batta Batta Ba, Batta Ba Ba Boo
Talk about it bad but it come back to
Fucking with a bad babe
Come at fu
Better buck up 'fore you get fucked up too
With the gang and the strap
Tonight like [?]
Let it swing got a chain like [?]
Let it bang cause I love that sound
Men insane when I hit my green
I will hit whatever you in
Set you free from a world of sin
Shoot people you don't like why the fuck not?
Bloodshot, Tough luck, Going through a rough spot
Yuh, shoot people you don't like
Shoot people take their life, yuh
Ay, listen, kids
If anyone ever steps on your shoes or looks at you funny
I'ma tell you what you do alright?
What you do is you pull out the strap
Then you aim it at their head
And then 1...2...
POP!
You shoot 'em in the head and they're gone
It's easy like that 1, 2, they're over
Bing batta boom
(Cchk) (brrrrrrrrt)
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton, Alexander Wacksman
