VL Deck, Bossgame - Shoot Out lyrics
[VL Deck, Bossgame - Shoot Out lyrics]
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Imma even send them youngins
To your mama house
Imma have where ya ass ain't coming out
Most these nigga they be waiting
Til the parking lot
I got my scrap in this bitch
What you talkin bout
You know I’m TTG imma pop it off
Fuck that chit chat pussy nigga pipe off
Bossgame stay strapped No nights’ off
Keep thinking that you’re lit I’ll
Cut your lights off
Don’t make me jump Judy, get you knocked off
They gone find you someway dead
With your socks off
Duct Tape be the mob, I’m a crime boss
Get on your head blown off while on the loaf
Blowin gas two bitches’ yea mob sauce
Bossgame goin hard I can’t take a loss
Before I lose i’ll cheat nigga triple cross
Veli Sosa Og told me to knock’em off
VL Deck gotta a pack yea imma gettem off
Section 8 yea I’m bumpin at your aunt got
Two young niggas at the trap house
And they are just they’re just there
To blow your back out
Foe a nigga steal a pack and he run
Out guaranteed pussy nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Pull Up with the stick
But that’s a sixty shot
Shout your cousin last week so
Whats the bum ba clot
Air his shit out that’s I’m about
Instagraming Nope
Pull up once I got the drop
When that van door slide ooh
Give me the first op
I ain't catch you then I’m coming
Back send ah thousand out
Old folks complainin sayin they tired
Of hitting the fuckin ground
AK forty-seven on my strap
With the wrap around
Say you want to shoot it out
Well I can go a couple rounds
Quick draw McGraw if I feel
Like it’s going down
Bitch ain't never played with me
Ain't bout to start now
Boy, I been a shooter
Ask my lawyer would I gun you down
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Imma even send them youngins
To your mama house
Imma have where ya ass ain't coming out
Most these nigga they be waiting
Til the parking lot
I got my scrap in this bitch
What you talkin bout
You know I’m TTG imma pop it off
Fuck that chit chat pussy nigga pipe off
Bossgame stay strapped No nights’ off
Keep thinking that you’re lit I’ll
Cut your lights off
Don’t make me jump Judy, get you knocked off
They gone find you someway dead
With your socks off
Duct Tape be the mob, I’m a crime boss
Get on your head blown off while on the loaf
Blowin gas two bitches’ yea mob sauce
Bossgame goin hard I can’t take a loss
Before I lose i’ll cheat nigga triple cross
Veli Sosa Og told me to knock’em off
VL Deck gotta a pack yea imma gettem off
Section 8 yea I’m bumpin at your aunt got
Two young niggas at the trap house
And they are just they’re just there
To blow your back out
Foe a nigga steal a pack and he run
Out guaranteed pussy nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out
Pull Up with the stick
But that’s a sixty shot
Shout your cousin last week so
Whats the bum ba clot
Air his shit out that’s I’m about
Instagraming Nope
Pull up once I got the drop
When that van door slide ooh
Give me the first op
I ain't catch you then I’m coming
Back send ah thousand out
Old folks complainin sayin they tired
Of hitting the fuckin ground
AK forty-seven on my strap
With the wrap around
Say you want to shoot it out
Well I can go a couple rounds
Quick draw McGraw if I feel
Like it’s going down
Bitch ain't never played with me
Ain't bout to start now
Boy, I been a shooter
Ask my lawyer would I gun you down
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Bout this Mobb shit nigga we gone Shoot Out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
If you pull up nigga we gone shoot out
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
Fuck that lip talk nigga we gone
Shoot Out Shoot Out Shoot Out
What you thought hell yea we gone shoot out