Shoot ft. IamPolar Lyrics

Sk3lly, you killed this one

Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and

Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and

Lb made this, hehehe

Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and

Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot

You know I'm gon' shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, back of the whip, tapping your chick, scratch that

Ain't got a Benz, I got a ten, half that

Crying again, I'm winning and he's mad that

I don't take hits, I dodge it then attack back like what

Got a knife but he ain't sharp

Confused like Harry and Marv when I'm ripping these bars

What sets us apart is I'm independent like home alone

Like bandits, you stole

Dissing me but never dissing my flow

It only take one hit and you folding like cash

Like my money I get it and go

Huh, but you want us

Come back like you didn't just run up

Come back like you didn't just jump us

Get a mag and I just

Ooh, don't shoot but I'm taking my shot

If I can Imma grind to the top

Light could be red but you know I won't stop

Even when the beat drops I'm Dash

Lil bro and I'm fast

They call me super that's facts

Yeah cuz they know where I'm at

Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and

Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot (aye)

Yuh, shoot, they shoot, yuh

Yo, took the time and I brought my pad

Outta line I get that mag

Polar hot and I get that bag

Man I took your bitch and I broke her back

Time is up and I send her back

Fulla me right from my sack

Outta line go get that bat

Man I kill the rhymes and that's a fact

I know I'm crazy and I may be just a little off

Try and play me I turn shady at a little cost

Over seeing all the things like a fucking boss

I'm in the rain felt the pain, nailed to a cross

What you know about giving all

What you know about sacrifice

What you know about losing big

Off the roll of fucking dice

Hell yeah I'm fucking nice

Hell yeah I'm fucking nice

Keep my shit on point, sharp as hell

Like a fucking knife

I'm gonna rip it again

I am a weapon again

She tell me that is a sin

I'm being cocky again

Call me Travis when I'm lit

I'm back to spitting again

Two Ls make a dub, yuh

I had to lose to win

I ain't gon' lose again

Nah, I ain't gon' lose again

Yuh, learning as a youngin' that I had to speak honestly

But then I see people be rapping talkin' 'bout modesty

Come at me, talk crap, start beef, bother me

Rappers like Harry no good, I swear solemnly

Bottle it up and then dip

Working till knees couldn't bend

Working till I couldn't stand

Couldn't hang out with my friends

I had to fight till the end

Fight till my buddy had dipped

Finding a glove that could fit

Now a nobody is Brick

Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot

You know I'm gon' shoot, shoot, shoot, aye, shoot