50 Shots Songtext
von Pooh Shiesty
50 Shots Songtext
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd)
I shoot ′til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away
That′s how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain′t shit (and I know I ain′t shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets
And I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let′s go)
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model
She don′t know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin′ just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin′ life
He tryna shank somethin′ with a pen (might stab you with his pen)
Hit off two hundred, tryna creep up on me
Boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
60 rounds under my chop (chop)
Hang out the window of this van (window of that van)
This Draco play a sad song
I hold it like a violin (hold it like a violin)
Earn your stats all off them bodies (bodies)
Let this murder game begin (murder game begin)
Hang with the opps 'til you die over there
Can′t flip back on this side (can't come back over here)
Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on live
Only get shot at on the internet
In real life them pussies hidin′ (hidin')
Been in shootouts with some real gangsters
Tilt my hat, still wish they die (blrrrd, blrrrd)
And this a gold piece on that glee
Ain′t no runnin', you see this fire (blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some
Shit you can′t describe (shit you can′t describe)
They don't get whacked, I′ma go crazy
Them gettin' away′ll hurt my pride (that'll hurt my pride)
I run into them bitches on the e-way
Then I′m shootin' the driver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
30, 40, 50 shit (ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don′t run away
That′s how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can′t count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain′t shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets
And I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let′s go)
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model
She don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what′s Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin′ just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil′ nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin′ with a pen
Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash?
Ain′t heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped 60-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)
And a light thirty for this watch (thirty for this watch)
I come disguised up like a junkie
(Huh), get to shootin', I ain′t tryna shop
The FBI know what′s up with me
Certified, steppin' my job (know what′s up)
Organized crime, we don't do cooperations, not at all (no talkin′)
Got secret weapons, automatics, 50s, coolant kits installed
Now I don't ′posed to have this shit
But if I get caught, make that call (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Fore I go out like I'm Ricky, turn around, I Drac′ ′em all (Ricky)
'Fore I spend my money on a hit
Come do that shit myself (come do that shit myself)
Creep up on you, I get close, finish ′em off
You need some help (you need some help, pussy)
You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (step)
It ain′t no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot ′til that glizzy click (Big Blrrrd)
If you see my face don't run away (walk away)
That's how Ricky got hit (how Ricky got hit)
I can′t count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain′t shit (told me that I ain't shit)
Can′t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed
In the trap, we get it in
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (stack a dime)
In this steamer with this model
She don't know I changed the VIN (this ho just tryna slide)
They used to ask what′s Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin' just to get in (get in, yeah)
My lil′ nigga doin' life
He tryna shank somethin' with a pen
(Shank somethin′ with his pen, y′all blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
I shoot ′til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don't run away
That′s how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can't count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain′t shit (and I know I ain′t shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets
And I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let′s go)
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model
She don′t know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what's Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin′ just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil' nigga doin′ life
He tryna shank somethin′ with a pen (might stab you with his pen)
Hit off two hundred, tryna creep up on me
Boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
60 rounds under my chop (chop)
Hang out the window of this van (window of that van)
This Draco play a sad song
I hold it like a violin (hold it like a violin)
Earn your stats all off them bodies (bodies)
Let this murder game begin (murder game begin)
Hang with the opps 'til you die over there
Can′t flip back on this side (can't come back over here)
Thought they really wanted me dead until they snitched on me on live
Only get shot at on the internet
In real life them pussies hidin′ (hidin')
Been in shootouts with some real gangsters
Tilt my hat, still wish they die (blrrrd, blrrrd)
And this a gold piece on that glee
Ain′t no runnin', you see this fire (blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
Everybody dressed in all black lettin' off some
Shit you can′t describe (shit you can′t describe)
They don't get whacked, I′ma go crazy
Them gettin' away′ll hurt my pride (that'll hurt my pride)
I run into them bitches on the e-way
Then I′m shootin' the driver (blrrrd, blrrrd)
30, 40, 50 shit (ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot 'til that glizzy click (shoot until it click)
If you see my face, don′t run away
That′s how Ricky got hit (that's how Ricky got hit)
I can′t count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain't shit (and I know I ain′t shit)
Can't remember last time I sent some bullets
And I missed (I make sure all them bullets hit)
In the trap, we get it in (let′s go)
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (know that we don't miss)
In this steamer with this model
She don't know I changed the VIN (this a stolen car we in)
They used to ask what′s Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin′ just to get in (nigga whack somethin' to get in)
My lil′ nigga doin' life, he tryna shank somethin′ with a pen
Ayy, what you gon' do for some cash?
Ain′t heard? I send it by the drop (I sent it by the drop)
Dropped 60-somethin' for my neckpiece (neckpiece)
And a light thirty for this watch (thirty for this watch)
I come disguised up like a junkie
(Huh), get to shootin', I ain′t tryna shop
The FBI know what′s up with me
Certified, steppin' my job (know what′s up)
Organized crime, we don't do cooperations, not at all (no talkin′)
Got secret weapons, automatics, 50s, coolant kits installed
Now I don't ′posed to have this shit
But if I get caught, make that call (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
'Fore I go out like I'm Ricky, turn around, I Drac′ ′em all (Ricky)
'Fore I spend my money on a hit
Come do that shit myself (come do that shit myself)
Creep up on you, I get close, finish ′em off
You need some help (you need some help, pussy)
You see your man, better get off, no freezin' up, forever step (step)
It ain′t no way they can win war with us 'less they team up with 12, blrrrd
30, 40, 50 shit (blrrrd, blrrrd)
I shoot ′til that glizzy click (Big Blrrrd)
If you see my face don't run away (walk away)
That's how Ricky got hit (how Ricky got hit)
I can′t count how many times these bitches
Told me I ain′t shit (told me that I ain't shit)
Can′t remember last time I sent some bullets and I missed
In the trap, we get it in
Fuck off a five and stack a ten (stack a dime)
In this steamer with this model
She don't know I changed the VIN (this ho just tryna slide)
They used to ask what′s Choppa Gang
Now niggas dyin' just to get in (get in, yeah)
My lil′ nigga doin' life
He tryna shank somethin' with a pen
(Shank somethin′ with his pen, y′all blrrrd, Big Blrrrd)
Writer(s): Lontrell D. Williams, Tiquon Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
