"Shoot It Off" lyrics
These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off
I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
He ain't get a chance to duck, he'd still be alive if his head was up
Don't cross that line, playing on our side 'cause that shit dead with us
Opps just put on acts like they ain't scared of us
Left with his pants down, we said, "Don't lack," that's what they embarrassed for
My J got her stayin' stuck
Bugs Bunny, my carats up
Somewhere fuckin' a pair of sluts
Make them lil' hoes share a nut
Lil' bro left shit aired from cuts
Showed no sympathy, let him get spared, for what?
Think my heart might need a repair, it's numb 'cause I can't care enough
Check his temperature for all that woofing
Lay belt, we give out whoopings
We got buttons, for real, please don't push it
Quick to leave scalps cooking
They ain't ever give shit to me, I took it
I used to dream, they insecurities made me think I shouldn't
Hard to escape 'cause they at the bottom, pulling
Ducking cases, tryna dodge bullets
I kept spending time in county bookings
Then I made it, don't know why they thought he wouldn't
You can't change how God put it
Like the Warriors, that's how my squad looking, gang
These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off
I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off
I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
He ain't get a chance to duck, he'd still be alive if his head was up
Don't cross that line, playing on our side 'cause that shit dead with us
Opps just put on acts like they ain't scared of us
Left with his pants down, we said, "Don't lack," that's what they embarrassed for
My J got her stayin' stuck
Bugs Bunny, my carats up
Somewhere fuckin' a pair of sluts
Make them lil' hoes share a nut
Lil' bro left shit aired from cuts
Showed no sympathy, let him get spared, for what?
Think my heart might need a repair, it's numb 'cause I can't care enough
Check his temperature for all that woofing
Lay belt, we give out whoopings
We got buttons, for real, please don't push it
Quick to leave scalps cooking
They ain't ever give shit to me, I took it
I used to dream, they insecurities made me think I shouldn't
Hard to escape 'cause they at the bottom, pulling
Ducking cases, tryna dodge bullets
I kept spending time in county bookings
Then I made it, don't know why they thought he wouldn't
You can't change how God put it
Like the Warriors, that's how my squad looking, gang
These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never improve his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', paying for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the fuck did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught, you know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm moving off
I don't know who would cross, shots from this Glock-22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
Writer(s): Clemens Gabrysch, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jack Thomas Richmeier, Collin Lytle, Jahmere Maurice
