L.Smith - Who Shot Ya (Cover) lyrics

(Verse) Who shot ya ? Hear more screams than the opera Sneaker copper I need a helicopter f** a Bugatti Woke up in my same bed Text books holding it up On it's weak leg Everyone Wanna be k**ers And grow dreads I still bump Ma$e Cause cuz I want bread Dinero pesos And chicas that's Fuego Benz mayo Leather interior Smell day old Black insides Like Apartheid P90s rip apart sides Turn you to a turkey that's jive I will not lose Playing by cash rules Cause cash rules You can't practice cool I'm co*ky on the mic You dudes got fake hits Like rocky at the fight I'm nasty wit the right But deadly with the left Do the right thing Or you will get left f** a vest 3 in ya neck Save ya breath Cut the check For the best Crazy wit the aim Like da cracker from Virgina Tech I'm ready to push a Lex down Lex Fly in a jet That get Higher than smoking DC wet And Mayweather bets I bet Any track DJs throw me On I wreck Cause I was trained To mend your brain When I drop game It's not the same Yea they call me L But you gonna take my name And I'll take ya dame It's a shame If my big picture can't fit in ya frame f**ing lames Stay in ya lane They say he should of dropped sooner Cuz I do the f**ing thing Like honey moon-ers I get around No rumor Probably don't get that Bad humor Vocals cancerous To the brain like a tumor I'm fire smoking You n***as no fumar Rap 2nd coming Even sooner Return of the ruler