Yung Fazo - ​shoot out da roof lyrics

[Intro: wolfacejoeyy] Fah, fah, fah Fah, fah, fah, woah [Verse 1: wolfacejoeyy] We finna shootout the- Ayy, we finna shootout the roof Bad lil' b*tch, she gon' do what it do (Rio) This choppa gon' hit that lil' boy in his tooth We smoking gelato, we smoking the boof, ayy She rocking the Ksubi She wanna come to my crib, make a movie And I keep this one piece on me like it's Luffy And we finna fear this lil' boy like it's Boosie And we finna roll this lil' boy like it's sushi Her brain is one hundred percent like it's Lucy We finna run that lil' boy outta state Tryna run up on me, little boy, are you laced? Bad lil' hoe, a hunnid K Tell that lil' b*tch, "Get the fu*k out thе way" My lil' brother got choppas, you know he gon' spray My lil' brother slimе like it's 4KTrey We causing hurricanes, baby, like "A Bay Bay" You better hurry up, say what the fu*k you gon' say (Yeah, yeah) Uh, my shawty rockin' the links (Okay) You know my choppa singin' like Khalid (Okay) And she su*kin' me up, tell her bon appétit (Okay) Tryna copy my style, that little boy, he a leach (Yeah) [Verse 2: Xhulooo] I get that bag and I flip it like [?] (Flip it like) You get that bag and you fumble it, next (Fumble it) Pack-pack came in, yeah, straight from the jet (Yeah) My shooter gon' shoot, he ain't breakin' a sweat (Woah) If he talkin' the gang, get hit in his neck You a lame lil' boy and I don't got respect (Woah) Thumbin' some bread, I might hop on the track Me and Joey finna hop in a 'Vette (Hop in that 'Vette) I feel like track 'cause I'm goin' crazy I'm gettin' money, don't care if you hate me I got a stick in the back of the 'Cedes [?] now that I'm out Boy, you not gang and you can't get in there (Boy, you can't get in there) Boy, you a lame lil' opp and I heard your gang be tellin' you cap [Bridge: Xhulooo] I'm tryna hang with my squad, I'm tryna hang with my gang, yeah I'm tryna hang with my squad, I'm tryna hang with my gang, yeah I'm tryna hang with my squad, I'm tryna hang with my gang, yeah I'm tryna hang with my squad, I'm tryna hang with my gang, yeah [Verse 3: Yung Fazo] I'm tryna hang with my squad, I'm tryna chill with my gang, yeah I just be right with my squad, I just be right with my gang, yeah I'm finna slide with that rod if you wan' play with my bands, yeah Hop in that big body Tonka, I'm feelin' like Yeat, yeah, woah I'm finna buss on her face, yeah, and then I'ma skeet, yeah (Then I'ma skeet, zoom) She see the money, she switch up, yeah I play the game like a pickup (Woah, woah, woah) She come with me 'cause she wanna be litter (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk into Saks then I spend a few figures (Bee) If you slide down, call up my hitters (Woah) You think you fast, but this is quicker (Skrrt) I'm finna blow up (Yeah), yeah Bands on me throw up (Throw up, yeah) Lean make me slower (Slower, yeah) Get them bands, get my dough up (Woah) We finna shoot through the roof (Bee) Robbin' your house, take the loot (Bee) I get the bands, look at you (Look at you) Yeah, b*tch, I'm rich, thought you knew? (Thought you knew) We finna slide (Yeah), yeah Yeah, b*tch, I'm high (Yeah, b*tch, I'm high), yeah I'm with the guys (I'm with the guys) See me and she look in my eyes (Look in my eyes), woah [Outro: Yung Fazo] Woah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah), yeah Yeah (Go), yeah (Go), yeah (Go), yeah (Go) Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Woo