I Got A Shot Lyrics

I Got A Shot - Jack Harlow

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I got a shot, it's not a pistol

Number one spot, I'm too official

Name ringin' bells like school dismissal

She think I'm cold, I seen her nipples (seen 'em)

I got a shot, it's off the dribble

She brought a friend, I'm in the middle

This one right here ain't sentimental

But I know you remember, I know you remember

'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know

Hang at the places I used to go

Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags

Mm, you must be used to those

I got a shot, it's not a pistol

Number one spot, I'm too official

Name ringin' bells like school dismissal

But I know you remember, I know you remember

I'm from the city where they might put one in your temple

It's really that simple

24-karat, the gold on the dental

That's just how they get down, it's just what they into

I'm eatin' wagyu with wooden utensils

I made a livin' off these instrumentals

She know me well and she know I ain't gentle

Show me that smile, I like them lil' dimples, yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Tell you what I can do, yeah, I ain't just tryna befriend you, no, no

I get in your mental, yeah

Touch you with spiritual Hindu, yeah (I'm touchin' you)

And I know you wanna be with me, baby, I miss you, yeah

And you know I wanna be with you, baby, I miss you, yeah

'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know

Hang at the places I used to go

Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags

Mm, you must be used to those

I got a shot, it's not a pistol

Number one spot, I'm too official

Name ringin' bells like school dismissal

But I know you remember, I know you remember

I know you see me 'cause everyone does

I kept it light on my last shit, okay, let's see what a heavy one does

Know they don't love me unless we in touch, that coulda been us

I was gon' take you up outta that lil'

Bitty town, but you just wasn't ready enough

And I'm gettin' fetti on fetti on, fetti on fetti on, fetti on fetti, what's up?

She got a mani' and pedi'

But still bein' petty, like, "How did I fuck this one up?"

Came a long way from Confetti, my pen a machete

The book bag is Louis, it used to be Eddie

I whip it, Andretti, I'm G-in' like Seddy

I look in they eyes and I know they ain't ready

'Cause now I'm somebody you used to know

Hang at the places I used to go

Drivin' G-Wagen with Louis V bags

Mm, you must be used to those

I got a shot, it's not a pistol

Number one spot, I'm too official

Name ringin' bells like school dismissal

But I know you remember, I know you remember

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