Yung Fazo, Xhulooo, wolfacejoeyy - shoot out the roof lyrics
Joseph Badejo
[Yung Fazo, Xhulooo, wolfacejoeyy - shoot out the roof lyrics]
Fah, fah, fah fah, fah, fah, woah
We finna shoot out the
Ayy, we finna shoot out the roof
Bad lil' bitch, 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 (yeah)
And we finna fear this lil'
Boy like it's Boosie (yeah)
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? (Uh)
Bad lil' hoe and her namе Kate
Tell that lil' bitch
"Get thе fuck out the way"
My lil' brother got choppas
You know he gon' spray
And my lil' brother slime like it's 4KTrey
We causing hurricanes, baby
Like "A Bay Bay" you better hurry up
Say what the fuck you gon' say (yeah, yeah)
Uh, my shawty rockin' the links (Okay)
You know my choppa singin' like Kelis (Okay)
And she suckin' me up, tell her
"Bon appétit" (Okay)
Tryna copy my style, that little boy
He a leech (yeah)
I get that bag and I flip it like Wes
(Flip it like)
You get that bag and you fumblin' that
(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 talk on the gang, get hit in his neck
You a lame lil' boy and I don't got respect
(Woah)
Throw me some bread, I might hop on the track
Me and Joey finna hop in a 'Vette
(Hop in that 'Vette)
I feel like Trap 'cause I'm goin' crazy
('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
Trap with the whole gang now that I'm up
Boy, you ain't 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
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
And 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 talk down, call up my hitters (Woah)
You think you fast, but this shit is quickest
(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, bitch, I'm rich, thought you knew?
(Thought you knew)
We finna slide (yeah) , yeah
Yeah, bitch, I'm high
(yeah, bitch, 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 woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) , yeah
Yeah (Go) , yeah (Go) , yeah (Go) , yeah (Go)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah woo
We finna shoot out the
Ayy, we finna shoot out the roof
Bad lil' bitch, 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 (yeah)
And we finna fear this lil'
Boy like it's Boosie (yeah)
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? (Uh)
Bad lil' hoe and her namе Kate
Tell that lil' bitch
"Get thе fuck out the way"
My lil' brother got choppas
You know he gon' spray
And my lil' brother slime like it's 4KTrey
We causing hurricanes, baby
Like "A Bay Bay" you better hurry up
Say what the fuck you gon' say (yeah, yeah)
Uh, my shawty rockin' the links (Okay)
You know my choppa singin' like Kelis (Okay)
And she suckin' me up, tell her
"Bon appétit" (Okay)
Tryna copy my style, that little boy
He a leech (yeah)
I get that bag and I flip it like Wes
(Flip it like)
You get that bag and you fumblin' that
(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 talk on the gang, get hit in his neck
You a lame lil' boy and I don't got respect
(Woah)
Throw me some bread, I might hop on the track
Me and Joey finna hop in a 'Vette
(Hop in that 'Vette)
I feel like Trap 'cause I'm goin' crazy
('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
Trap with the whole gang now that I'm up
Boy, you ain't 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
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
I'm tryna hang with my squad, uh
I'm tryna eat with my gang, yeah
And 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 talk down, call up my hitters (Woah)
You think you fast, but this shit is quickest
(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, bitch, I'm rich, thought you knew?
(Thought you knew)
We finna slide (yeah) , yeah
Yeah, bitch, I'm high
(yeah, bitch, 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 woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) , yeah
Yeah (Go) , yeah (Go) , yeah (Go) , yeah (Go)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah woo