Shots Lyrics

They sending they shots

And we send em right back

We stay and attack

We aint worried bout you

Aint got nothing to do

Noting to prove

I got homies

That’s locked up

With nothing to lose

We talking bout you

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

They sending they shots

And we send em right back

We stay and attack

We ain't worried bout you

Ain't got nothing to do

Noting to prove

I got homies

that’s locked up

With nothing to lose

We talking bout you

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

I got homies trapped in cells

I got homies down in hell

I got homies I can’t talk about

I’ve left homies by themselves

Let’s keep it a 100

I'm talking not fronting

I’m plotting

I'm thinking

I'm scheming bout something

I'm worried bout money

You not in between

I’m thinking bout 100’s

Not 2015

You stuck in the past

And yo money don’t show up

You swiping yo card

And the teller said hol up

You missing some funds

So you fled out the scene

You pointing yo Glock

Like you equipped a beam

I'm running

I'm running

I'm running the city

Ain't no one around me

To tell me to stop it

A hunnid

A hunnid

A hunnid

On titties

She looks at the sky

Cuz we flew in a rocket

She fall in love

Fall in love

Fall in love

With me

I dont ask the price

I just re up deposits

Aint wanna say it

But my momma was right

She don't love me

She in love w the price

I got homies trapped in cells

I got homies down in hell

I got homies I can’t talk about

I’ve left homies by themselves

They sending they shots

And we send em right back

We stay and attack

We ain't worried bout you

Ain't got nothing to do

Noting to prove

I got homies

That’s locked up

With nothing to lose

We talking bout you

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

They sending they shots

And we send em right back

We stay and attack

We ain't worried bout you

Ain't got nothing to do

Noting to prove

I got homies

That’s locked up

With nothing to lose

We talking bout you

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe

We hop off the curb

And we skirt in da coupe