Текст песни Who Shot You - tata

Who Shot You

How you my opp nigga? Who did you shoot?
For my brother, go dumb with the duece
Bob da builder, I stay with my tool
If I reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
I was thirteen, had the knocka in school
Fuck around, it get lit like a fuse
Stomach shot and watch his body ooze
He got put on the news since he feenin' for views
Slide in my hoodie, I feel like a reaper
And this 40 gon' boom like a speaker
Boom bitch
If he fast on his feet, we beat him out his sneakers
I’m on court, these niggas on the bleachers
Now I got more money then my teachers
Like a keyboard, these bullets delete a nigga
Like a Benadryl, brodie gon' sleep 'em
Niggas on the net and throwin' subliminals
And they say they do shit that they didn’t do
Niggas only be gangstas digital
Fuck all the talkin', I’m tryna get rid of you
I be buggin', ootin' like a visual
On the net, they just wanna be visible
40 hit 'em and make 'em invisible, bitch
Move the wrong way and I’m spliffin' you
Big bro Touch been tellin' me to chill
But my demons just tell me go dumb
I don’t got emotions, I feel numb
And they think we a band 'cause all of us got drums
He tried to run and he ran outta luck
I see red and I don’t give a fuck
Call me Kobe, fourth quarter I’m clutch
She doin' it sloppy, won’t stop till I nut
How you say I’m a bitch and got shot by one?
Yo Jenny, dump dat gun
He want smoke, the knocka hit his lungs
And I’m really a demon, I do this for fun
I can’t beef with that boy, he a bum
With da legs, gettin' deady off rum, bitch
Onna 4, man, these niggas my sons, bitch
When I up it, watch that nigga run
I really go dummy nigga
Gotcha thottie, I’m all in her tummy nigga
All of my opps is broke bummy niggas
Call me prejudice, I do not fuck with niggas
Like wassup with niggas?
I want money, nigga
If you fuck with niggas
Duck with niggas
Oh, he say he don’t fuck with niggas
I can’t wait till I run into a couple niggas
How you my opp nigga? Who did you shoot?
For my brother, go dumb with the duece
Bob da builder, I stay with my tool
If I reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
I was thirteen, had the knocka in school
Fuck around, it get lit like a fuse
Stomach shot and watch his body ooze
He got put on the news 'cause he feenin' for views, bitch
I really put on for the w
You dead heat if I say I don’t fuck with you
I’m not even fast, nigga, how could I run from you?
I’m in they hood with my gun, feelin' comfortable
I really put on for the w
You dead heat if I say I don’t fuck with you
I’m not even fast, nigga, how I’ma run from you?
I’m in they hood with my gun, feelin' comfortable, bitch