Logix7 - Single Shot lyrics

[Intro] Man, here we go again Hey! Pa** me that sawed-off [Hook: The Showboys samples, repeating] Yeah that should be fun My sawed-off shotgun'll blow out yo chest [Verse 1] I lost so many homies since my last song I'm goin' through some sh** that I can't mention Rappers they threatin' my life on the mic f** yo opininios, get outta yo feelings I'm from where they put a bullet hole behind yo ear (?) sh** that we ain't tryin' to hear Around here it ain't safe 'round this time of year Where you at gon' change sh** what you hear Manson n***a, I'm obsessed with the violence Equipped with the (?) potatoe for silence Shots fired, I man-up to the challenge Pull up, make 'em do the Mannequin challenge f** what you heard, you a s**er for lust You a s**er, no love, end up covered in blood Turn the club to the morgue for the money and d** ... I make you eat yo words Matchbox, cadaver (?) in yo backyard Let's rap, n***a got robbed tryin' to act hard I'm a rap star, I'm a rap god this that Devil Shyt Got n***as hatin' on me that I never met Where yo a** was at when we was broke Smokin' loose cigarettes? So when I reminisce, I gotta represent I don't f** with you, no disrespect If you a f** n***a, this ain't that I got a Tommy drum for a Uncle Tom f** the police and the president This Lil Jack, you get hold off Talk that sh** to my sawed-off You ain't no k**a n***a (?) (Yeah that should be fun) My n***as tellin' me to chill Other half tellin' me k** or be k**ed I (?) roll with some k**as for real Once they (?) just say that I live Robbed a whole lot of these n***as for real (?) n***as, you know who you is I really hear them voices in my head Tellin' me I'm the greatest (?) ribs You ride around with that fake hoe ... if I say so ... ... you are not Drake hoe You go to jail and get (?) Now they callin' you Beyonce Gorilla my n***a on runway I'm goin' crazy - Kanye [Hook: The Showboys samples, repeating] Yeah that should be fun My sawed-off shotgun'll blow out yo chest [Verse 2] I keep (?) Lucifer talkin' to me Tellin' me "put his corpse in a closed casket" Roll where yo show (?) with the Louisville Slugger - Bo Jackson Rappers think this role wrestling Well I'm King Jerry Lawler, I pull down a strap f** a punchline, you get flatlined Don't never write a rap about Jack Blow a n***a head off, drop it out on the freeway (?) sellin' (?) rappin' on eBay Used to rap on the yard with the (?) You're not a real n***a Young M.A n***as brainwashed, get ya game up Before I change up, I get it gamed up f** a rap deal, b**h I'm underground I'll blow yo brains out on my ground (Yeah that should be fun) I still got old money, got n***as who stole from me Act like I owe 'em something Keep it 100 down, I throw you somethin' n***a must think I'm a hoe or somethin' I got hoe money, know n***as who told on me These rap n***as know I'm bumpin' sh** on these n***as, they 40 somethin' Keep that 40 dumpin' Body bag flaugin' a** n***as need polygraphs I can get you stepped for my autograph I heard that sh** you recorded I think this n***a retarded I blame the sh** that he snortin' Candle lit pentagrams Satan sold me his soul, I'm a business man Mind yo business, man Stick a straw in the whole quarter kilogram West Memphis Boogeyman f** a rap b**h, I fall off in yo crib (?) b**h I will put one in yo head You can drop a mixtape ... yo sh** then yo sh** weak You ain't gone bust sh** but a nut Choppers sound like Desiigner (BRRRRAAAAH!) This is a friendly reminder: I KILL YOU