Listen to Shoot Back! by Pay4n

Shoot Back!

Pay4n

Hip-Hop/Rap

585 Shazams

Lyrics

Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich Like goddamn bitch You a lil snitch Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch Got the fendi on the belt Got the prada on the kicks Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave Like damn Shawty hella bad She a light skin with a whole lotta ass And I'm smokin on that gas Imma puff puff pass Shawty scream my name when I hit it from the back Like damn bitch tell me what's the word Sippin on that drank got me talkin' with a slur Pop another pill till I'm floatin out the earth Bitch I ain't no tik tok but I'm the biggest bird Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich Like goddamn bitch You a lil snitch Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch Got the fendi on the belt Got the prada on the kicks Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
Writer(s): Evan Payan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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