BlocBoy JB - Shoot lyrics

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BlocBoy JB - Shoot lyrics

[Intro] Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll Freaky b**h on go, she gone off the road Run up in your house like I'm commando Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo [Chorus] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot [Verse 1] Strapped like it's Belly, you singing, R. Kelly You play it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly I'm counting up fetti, you talking already I pull up with choppers that come with machetes I'm f**ing on Betty, her head got me steady I call her Lil Caesars, that b**h hot and ready My gun a Lil Caesars, that b**h hot and ready I dumped my lil b**h, now that b**h hot and jealous Hold up, let me catch my breath Shoot a n***a teeth, then say he k**ed himself Fill up [?] like a [?] Paralyzed waist down, now he can't feel himself Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain't nothing else Freaky b**h, I make her touch herself I'm balling in town, look like f** a ref Leave his a** stanking, I blow him like bad breath Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta Go, when the police come, dip underground Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground You see them Haitians, they up on the Gram Shh, don't make a sound [Chorus] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot [Post-Chorus] Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll Freaky b**h on go, she gone off the road Run up in your house like I'm commando Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo [Verse 2] Homicide, b**h we known for that Screenshotting sh**, I text her, you too grown for that Yeah that trap sh**, I got two phones for that I'm a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch Stop what you're doing Thirty-three in my clip, that's Patrick Ewing Open up wide, girl I'm looking for the chewing Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing It's the nina with the coolant Mask on, AR, b**h that's on my side PRG, 700, we don't let sh** slide (crip) We don't let sh** slide (crip), n***a play with me I ride (crip) b**h I'm cripping with the guys, We D-up with three high fives [Chorus] Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot