Текст песни Shoot Outs Out The Lamb - Peezy

Shoot Outs Out The Lamb

I don’t know, man, you know?
Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid, high as fuck
Do not pull up on the side of me, don’t run up on me when I’m in public, nigga
I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah
Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office
Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target
Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home regardless
I don’t want my bitch around this shit, but she with me regardless
I ain’t got no conscience, bitch with me, she topless
She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi
Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada
Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain’t see nada, nigga
Please don’t be a menace, boy, do we have a problem?
When that Draco hit, that bitch sound like a rocket launcher
I got all these watches, but I still can’t find an hour
To have a conversation if it ain’t about no dollars, nigga
I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah
I do this for the family
I ain’t got all the answers, but I’ma make it happen
Trapped in small towns, never thought we’d make it rappin'
Paid twenty-two for 'em, you can give me twenty-seven
This my life for real
What you paid for your chain? That ain’t my son diaper bill
I’m rich in real life, soon as I get off the site
She gon' fuck me and put me to sleep when she get off of work
I’ma pay her rent up for two months and ain’t gon' call no more
I swear you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke
I don’t fuck with niggas, please don’t call me twin or call me bro
I got Dracos on the Sprinter when I pull off from the show
And we gon' blow it out this bitch to make it home 'cause I don’t know, yeah
I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain’t gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don’t know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah