kid c. - SHOT lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, t-turn up on the beat, yes, I go hard (go hard) Everybody look at me, take their phones out (phones out) Talking bodies, enemies, yeah, they violate the peace So I'm taking out my piece, I reload, ah (reload, ah) One shot to the people who would test me (test me) Two shots if they never represent me (sent me) Three shots if you messing and you left me Four to the people who regret they never met me [Verse 1] What the hell you doing, you ain't go hard You ain't carry any instrumental, you ain't got bars Honestly, it's very fundamental that you got bars Maybe if you're very temperamental, you could go hard But you won't hop on a beat, unless you following me Unless you telling all the people that he's copying me Unless you lying to the people, say I'm acting f**ing evil But you macking on a bitty who be f**ing with that needle, what? I don't know if I'ma pull up on you anymore I don't know if I'ma make you answer to that f**ing floor I don't think I'm going mad, I ain't got sh** to answer for I'm just k**ing everybody, what you want the answers for? I don't know what I'm doing, you be speaking, I be moving I be doing all the sh** you claiming that you really brewing Got no hope, you the WOAT, everybody f**ing booing Everybody listening to me cause I be really booming, ooh [Hook] Turn up on the beat, yes, I go hard (go hard) Everybody look at me, take their phones out (phones out) Talking bodies, enemies, yeah, they violate the peace So I'm taking out my piece, I reload, ah (reload, ah) One shot to the people who would test me (test me) Two shots if they never represent me (sent me) Three shots if you messing and you left me Four to the people who regret they never met me [Verse 2] I'm back on that real sh**, you back on the grind I pride myself on being British but I never do grime I make a couple f**ing tracks and do it for a good time But you be taking it so deada**, say 'I'm never 'gon lie' So you won't but nobody flocking to you You wanna mix a lil Hopsin with that Joyner, you do You wanna be a storyteller but go hard on the tunes Well, I'm so sorry but I don't think that the game would need you Shoutout the game, f** the fame, Koma turns up on lean No one to blame, no, there ain't, so you f**ing with me I ain't a saint, jump away, getting wings in my dreams And everybody act the same, it's just how we gonna be So you f**ing everybody over, you ain't got a job So you advertising soda cause you really wanna pop So you getting everybody, saying that you gonna body Play it like a f**ing hobby but you never getting far, c [Hook] Turn up on the beat, yes, I go hard (go hard) Everybody look at me, take their phones out (phones out) Talking bodies, enemies, yeah, they violate the peace So I'm taking out my piece, I reload, ah (reload, ah) One shot to the people who would test me (test me) Two shots if they never represent me (sent me) Three shots if you messing and you left me Four to the people who regret they never met me T-turn up on the beat, yes, I go hard (go hard) Everybody look at me, take their phones out (phones out) Talking bodies, enemies, yeah, they violate the peace So I'm taking out my piece, I reload, ah (reload, ah) One shot to the people who would test me (test me) Two shots if they never represent me (sent me) Three shots if you messing and you left me Four to the people who regret they never met me [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To the people never met me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Why you never represent me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All the people never met me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hope you never f**ing test me