DJ Drama - Shots Fired lyrics

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DJ Drama - Shots Fired lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] (Ain' that DJ Chose over there?) One shot, two shot (Mm, look like DJ Chose) Three shot, keep goin' [Chorus] Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (b*tch, I'm bad) I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy) Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Tax) I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches) Two shots if you sippn' Don Ju' One shot for the ni**as keep the bag with 'em (ni**as keep the bag with 'em) And two shots if your bankroll blue (Yeah) [Verse 1] Lil' b*tch I'm gettin' money, give a fu*k about no drama 'Fore I a add a b*tch online, I'ma add another comma (Yeah) I might hit up KOD and throw like a 30K in dollars (Throw it all) I ain't trippin', ain't no limit, blew that sh*t on this designer, uh All you ni**as should relax 'cause my ni**as keep a MAC and they gon' use it (They gon' use it) Say she with the sh*t, she gotta prove it (Yeah) Look at how these b*tches wave ridin', I'm the blue print Now I got these b*tches real mad, ni**as choosin' (ni**as choosin') Ayy, strippers in the section, poppin' bottles straight flexin' (Ayy) I don't need a ni**a ever, this a hunnid on my necklace (This a hunnid on my chain, b*tch) This that new season Bottega, this expensive ass steppin' Ayy, let me post up on the 'Gram 'cause that's the only thing she checkin' (On God) [Chorus] Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Ayy) I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy) Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Taxes) I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (Ayy) One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches) Two shots if you sippn' Don Ju' One shot for the ni**as keep the bag with 'em (ni**as keep the bag with 'em) And two shots if your bankroll blue [Verse 2] Ayy, one here comes the two to the three to the four Ayy, thirty thousand ones, can't see the motherfu*kin' floor (Okay) The coupe like a bird, know we bu*terfly the doors (Skrr) Pussy got him buyin' out the motherfu*kin' store (Ayy, ayy) b*tch, I'm booked and busy Turn around, another plane, I'm gettin' dizzy What's her name? Ain't fu*kin' with me (Ain't fu*kin' with me) I just let him taste it, he ain't even fu*k and can't forget me Said, "Lakeyah you the one", that's a fact, now buy that Fendi, ni**a [Chorus] Know a b*tch too bad, post a pic, don't need no caption (Ayy) I keep the pressure in the bag, high fashion (Ayy) Make him buy me Gucci for the coochie call that taxes (Taxes) I get to bussin' at these b*tches, keep it ratchet (Ayy) One shot for the bad b*tches (One shot for the bad b*tches) Two shots if you sippn' Don Ju' One shot for the ni**as keep the bag with 'em (ni**as keep the bag with 'em) And two shots if your bankroll blue