Carcosa - Shot Down lyrics

[Hook] We gettin' shot down in the streets Pour another one out for your dead homie We gettin' shot down in the club Pour it up, cause she ain't comin' home with me We gettin' shot down in the streets Pour another one out for your dead homie We gettin' shot down in the club Pour it up, cause she ain't comin' home with me We gettin' shot (down) [Bridge 1] Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up House party; hold your whole family for ransom [Verse 1] Off of my Jonathan Rocker Jerk off to Jonathan Cochran Documents up in his office Because that sh** gets me off I put myself in the coffin Don't get that sh**, well Chewbacca Waka Flocka Desperado Guns stashed behind the guitarra b**h a** be gettin' a dagger The f** through his Adam's apple Leavin' him with a throat hollow Leakin' out that tomato Like cinq – vingt in Colorado Bullets and flow, so legato It's Flushing Scotch, motherf**er Monsieur El Diablo [Bridge 2] Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up House party; hold your whole family for ransom b**h, I got some ties to the mob On my Spaghetti-O's, tomato sauce from the gun shots [Bridge 3] She sees that dollar bill, she's comin' my way Gotta lotta bills, I make her work hard for that pay Let me see you drop that motherf**er down to the floor Shake it like a baby that ain't cryin' no more (I join the devil's chorus) She sees that dollar bill, and she's comin' my way She says she's got a lotta bills I don't give a motherf** Still make that b**h work hard for the pay To that pole you're a slave Flushing Scotch and Billy Tomahawk Handin' b**hes bills like Duke Nukem (Shot down) [Verse 2] Convincin' kids to say “Flushing” When they're at school and they're pumpin' Motherf**ers get your guns Get a buzz going or somethin' When they ask, “Why did you do it?” (Tell ‘em) Flushing told me to shoot ‘em I'm f**in' serious, dog Album ‘bout to drop real soon (f**in' k** them all) Get b**hes salivatin', y'all We be the rap game's f**in' Pavlov Vulcan neck pinch, little b**h The motherf**ers you slept on Pushin' pencils through your temple s** my kiss, b**h keep it simple Missin' that sh** just a little Well, number two that'll k** you (That's it) [Bridge 4] Put your hands up, put your . . . put your hands up House party; hold your whole . Billy Bob T ‘em, curb stompin' out their teeth Put their faces on the front of some fresh white tees They're gettin' shot down if they're on my street So pour another round for your dead homie [Hook] We gettin' shot down in the streets Pour another one out for your dead homie We gettin' shot down in the club Pour it up, cause she ain't comin' home with me We gettin' shot (down) [Bridge 5] Put your hands up, put your f**in' hands up House party; hold your whole family for ransom Where's the mozzarella and cheddar? A clean cut k**er, rape a b**h in turtleneck sweaters, all right I'll f** your b**h till she thinks she's on her period f**in' b**h [Outro] We gettin' shot We gettin' shot We gettin' shot down