Don't Shoot The Messenger Lyrics

I think it's about time we switch it up

Yeah

I'm bout to throw me some bows

But no I'm not Ludacris

Just getting started but no I'm not new to this

Lie detecting niggas just cuz I'm true to this

Pray everyday and I'm kissing my crucifix

End of the day let's just see how for you can get

Im bout to roll up some flowers

I ain't talking bout tulips

I wanna kiss on her two lips

Man's out early, what kinda time did you get

See something, say something

Guarantee you snitch, telling everything

Shut yo ass up, loose lips

Better make way for my mood switch

Too sick of the way you be scaring the hoes

Where did you come from?

You don't belong and it's starting to show

(Woah)

You need a pass to come to this side, area codes

Better not lose it

Heard you do music

When does your single drop, nobody knows

You run with a gang of pups, paw patrol

You cannot hang with us is all I know

This ain't a thing to us, you all for show

We don't want fame, we just want all the dough

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

But he ain't no shooter

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

But he ain't no shooter

Got a few dogs with me more bite than bark

Big fish in the water like a shark

Once I make the call they don't like to talk

Think you got drive put you right in park

Bitch walk

Can't go a mile in my shoes

Even if this was a trial you would lose

I got the motion, you need some lotion

I was told never to argue with fools

From the outside looking in, who's who

Fuck all the fake friends, screw you

Wow he really went in, who knew

Kill shit with the pen, voodoo

But I'm tryna see where this "shooter" been

Hit up Big Meech and he'll do you in

No Larry Hoover, but when he do

Like BlocBoy you'll never SHOOT again

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

But he ain't no shooter

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

He got a gun in this bitch

But he ain't no shooter

He got a gun in this bitch

You better run in this bitch

Just having fun in this bitch

No we ain't done in this bitch

Gotta a homie they call him Tiger Hood

No not a golfer, but he'll put a hole in one

Down the ride cuz I'm the chosen one

Most ya boys they like to tote for fun

He'll air this bitch out, no genocide

Q, where you been at?

I been alive

Yeah, yeah

But now I'm living

Who else is giving the vibes I'm giving

You can see with your own eyes I'm him and

This shit should be televised, Don Lemon

Just don't get caught up on live, jive trippin

Oh we live?