Grafh, Hopsin - Who Shot Ya lyrics

Who shot ya? Separate lete my nigga, uh
Hopsin, uh who shot ya?
Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot)
Ay Porter,  you still on them beats? Yup
(yup)

If you and I contact or we make a
Plan and shakin' hand with eye contact
That's a signed contract
I'm a fly guy but I define combat
I'm a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by
(Rep)
Exotic verse, nigga this for fine wombat
Exotic fools, nigga this is fried Bombcat
I'm a boss, a top five rap
I'm not five for any top five
Who flatten a top five flat, that's a loss
(Huh) i'm ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol
The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles
I've been to Hell and back, Hell and back
Roller coaster cycles

The holy ghost you know when it supposed
To like the poltergeist
I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral
I told ya, I'm goin' value
Dumber than a lower IQ
The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle
You show more vital signs of no survival
Now you gotta call my rivals
So fuck what you wrote nigga
I wrote the Bible i put your soul in a open
Bottle and close the nozzle
My Glock plastic, I don't recycle
Who shot ya?

Yeah, nigga, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah, nigga, who shot ya?
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, nigga, who shot ya? (Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak
From the uh uhu uh, ah

Look, competition's hasta la vista
Never too enthusiastic to meet ya
Heart's black as the reaper
Fuck cash, I got a platinum visa
You can find me kickin' back in Ibiza
You couldn't get on my level
Even if you climb a fucking
Ladder and reach up
Man, I'm too much of a savage, a beast, bruh
Slay offer me a slice and I said, "Fuck that
I want half of the pizza"
I'm married to the game
You damn right I asked for a prenup
I've been light years ahead of my class
I'm a leader
Moving at light speed, so fasten your seat up
I unplugged from the Matrix a while ago
So just imagine my freedom
Everyday's a fucking vacation in
My magical kingdom
The industry made you they bitch
You can pass for Madea
But when it comes to me and this game
I'm Sacagawea
You niggas claimin' that you ballin'
'cause he package your reefer
But still livin' on the side
Where the grass isn't greener
I'd be ashamed to stand in your place
How you a boss
But got a man in your face calling
The shots and snatching your pay?
But, you still in the club
Making it rain like vaginal spray
I've seen your pockets, I'm like, "Man
You okay?" who shot ya?

Yeah, nigga, who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Yeah, nigga, who shot ya?
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, nigga, who shot ya? (Brrr)
Separate the weak from the weak
From the uh uhu uh, ah