"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', payin' 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 didn't saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought, he ain't gon' say it
So his body language what I'm movin' 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 playin' 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 our stand stuck
Bugs Bunny, my carats up
Somewhere fuckin' a pair of sluts
Make them lil' hoes share a nut
Lil' bro left shit aired for cuz
Show 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 woofin', lay back, we give out whoopings
We got buttons for real, please don't push it, quick to leave scouts cookin'
They ain't never gave 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 pullin', duckin' cases, tryna dodge the bullets
I kept spendin' 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 lookin' (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', payin' 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 didn't saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought, he ain't gon' say it
So his body language what I'm movin' 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', payin' 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 didn't saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought, he ain't gon' say it
So his body language what I'm movin' 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 playin' 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 our stand stuck
Bugs Bunny, my carats up
Somewhere fuckin' a pair of sluts
Make them lil' hoes share a nut
Lil' bro left shit aired for cuz
Show 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 woofin', lay back, we give out whoopings
We got buttons for real, please don't push it, quick to leave scouts cookin'
They ain't never gave 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 pullin', duckin' cases, tryna dodge the bullets
I kept spendin' 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 lookin' (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', payin' 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 didn't saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought, he ain't gon' say it
So his body language what I'm movin' 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
