Murs, 9th Wonder, Franchise, Choo Jackson, Vinny Radio, Mac Miller - No Shots lyrics
[Murs, 9th Wonder, Franchise, Choo Jackson, Vinny Radio, Mac Miller - No Shots lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just gettin' in the game
'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots no no
Hahaha, if I sing it's cool
Yeah i feel like I'm the messiah
Of rebirth the creatures
Who bowin' to the most high
They knees hurt from prayin' to the
What's his face, beggin' to be blessed
There's somethin' above me, I'm just
The god of what's left, cut the check
I was gone for a year off the fructose
Contemplatin' putting fucking bullets in
The suit coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard
Wave a magic wand, turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses
Hit the AVN awards 'cause the
Porn chicks need more dick i force fit
And put it in her body like a sword-smith
Have her eating E pills like corn chips, yeah
How you defeat a ma'fucker
With some body armor?
Head shots turn him sweet and
Sour like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama holy as me
Got it locked, holdin' a key
(yeah, yeah) No shot
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No shots no no
Okay, niggas squadding up again
Wipe the nail polish and lipstick from
These broads and get in this
You talk it you don't live it, instead
Niggas flexin' on that sus shit
Richard Simmons what you giving
Start with body blows
Give the beat a headshot
Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red socks
Track kill a nigga, that manila nigga
Your boyfriend probably feeling better if
I'm chilling with ya
Like coughing up phlegm from
An unfiltered cig
I'm the illest spitter, a dutch or a swisher
You always want bigger, turn it up, nigga
9th Wonder, beats dump like blunt guts nigga
This is most dope baby
What else could you want
Fuck with that bottom shelf, nah, choose us
Mac showed me how to change
My life in 2 months
Tell my girl take out life
Insurance because I do stunt
(yeah I do stunt)
No shots, noooo shots, no no
Let's continue the communition
All of my partners ripped to this life locked
Behind bars whenever we start a sentence
Crunch time we play the
Game like it's olympics
Niggas be flexin' in the booth
Would've thought we was some gymnasts
And thats without warming up
Just raising the bar
Most Dope, REMember Music
My clique be taking it far
Got ties with the upper skies
We practice aviation
All my peoples tryin' to reach
Billboards and new vacations
So start hatin' if you wanna
It's nothing new to us
This extra shit they doin' in they
Pool it ain't cool to us all them stunts
All them bunts wasn't out the park
Fake shit illuminate
Once we pullin' out the dark
So keep your mask on nigga play your position
I brought some famish niggas with
Me to slay your condition
And stop acting like you
Niggas came with permission
One phone call could have the
Goonies turn this into friction
No shots, noooo shots, no no
I walk up in this bitch like
I'm Kanye on a Friday then hit the highway
Man you gotta leave your driveway
So I'm living every moment like
It's fucking my day
And I need me a Beyonce for my fiancé, okay
So please, little nigga learn your lesson
Before you count dollars you
Gotta count your blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven
Cause nowadays kids is getting
Fucked by their reverend so many people
You gotta make exceptions cause they'll look
At you with some fuckin' misconception
Like Choo you do drugs
Like Choo you shoot slugs
But nah Choo really in here with two sluts
We up, we in here to move bucks
I know niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux
Ain't no math test so choose up
And if you looking for real
Shit then choose us
These lightskin girls trying to ruin my life
Cause these straight legged dudes
Ain't doing 'em right
Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Pretty in the face but she
Need a little booty i got a brown chick that
Used to sell that white
I told her if she go to
Jail then she failed at life
I met her at Flog Gnaw
Don't ask about paid dues
I put the west coast on my back
And then I made moves
Motherfuckers the must've forgot
Now I'm back to rappin' like
I gotta take my spot
No shots cause I hate getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet
Through your top hat (no shots)
They tried to assassinate the God
But motherfucker Jamla is the squad
So whats the odds of you coming up
Can't fuck with Strange tuck ya
Chain if you runnin' up (no shots)
Been at it for a decade plus
They only on they first tour
Don't respect they bus
Lil motherfuckers thinkin' they next up
You can't change these rules you
Got the game messed up
Such and such just bought a new house
Tell that little dude to holler
When he twenty years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth
But he ain't ever went gold
What he talking about
That soundscan it don't make you dope
I got underground fans that
Will slit your throat
Play this for a chick and
Watch her panties get soaked
Now she nine months pregnant off
Some shit that I wrote
Oh, you make music for the stupidos
Sing a nice hook but the game need a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin with them roofies bro
I'm just mackin' leave that to the susios
Dirty dirty like my mouth for the south is
I wear the same vans with all of my outfit's
Strange Music life yeah I'm really about this
And if you disagree then put my
Dick where your mouth is
No shots, noooo shots, no no
Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just gettin' in the game
'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots no no
Hahaha, if I sing it's cool
Yeah i feel like I'm the messiah
Of rebirth the creatures
Who bowin' to the most high
They knees hurt from prayin' to the
What's his face, beggin' to be blessed
There's somethin' above me, I'm just
The god of what's left, cut the check
I was gone for a year off the fructose
Contemplatin' putting fucking bullets in
The suit coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard
Wave a magic wand, turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses
Hit the AVN awards 'cause the
Porn chicks need more dick i force fit
And put it in her body like a sword-smith
Have her eating E pills like corn chips, yeah
How you defeat a ma'fucker
With some body armor?
Head shots turn him sweet and
Sour like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama holy as me
Got it locked, holdin' a key
(yeah, yeah) No shot
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No shots no no
Okay, niggas squadding up again
Wipe the nail polish and lipstick from
These broads and get in this
You talk it you don't live it, instead
Niggas flexin' on that sus shit
Richard Simmons what you giving
Start with body blows
Give the beat a headshot
Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red socks
Track kill a nigga, that manila nigga
Your boyfriend probably feeling better if
I'm chilling with ya
Like coughing up phlegm from
An unfiltered cig
I'm the illest spitter, a dutch or a swisher
You always want bigger, turn it up, nigga
9th Wonder, beats dump like blunt guts nigga
This is most dope baby
What else could you want
Fuck with that bottom shelf, nah, choose us
Mac showed me how to change
My life in 2 months
Tell my girl take out life
Insurance because I do stunt
(yeah I do stunt)
No shots, noooo shots, no no
Let's continue the communition
All of my partners ripped to this life locked
Behind bars whenever we start a sentence
Crunch time we play the
Game like it's olympics
Niggas be flexin' in the booth
Would've thought we was some gymnasts
And thats without warming up
Just raising the bar
Most Dope, REMember Music
My clique be taking it far
Got ties with the upper skies
We practice aviation
All my peoples tryin' to reach
Billboards and new vacations
So start hatin' if you wanna
It's nothing new to us
This extra shit they doin' in they
Pool it ain't cool to us all them stunts
All them bunts wasn't out the park
Fake shit illuminate
Once we pullin' out the dark
So keep your mask on nigga play your position
I brought some famish niggas with
Me to slay your condition
And stop acting like you
Niggas came with permission
One phone call could have the
Goonies turn this into friction
No shots, noooo shots, no no
I walk up in this bitch like
I'm Kanye on a Friday then hit the highway
Man you gotta leave your driveway
So I'm living every moment like
It's fucking my day
And I need me a Beyonce for my fiancé, okay
So please, little nigga learn your lesson
Before you count dollars you
Gotta count your blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven
Cause nowadays kids is getting
Fucked by their reverend so many people
You gotta make exceptions cause they'll look
At you with some fuckin' misconception
Like Choo you do drugs
Like Choo you shoot slugs
But nah Choo really in here with two sluts
We up, we in here to move bucks
I know niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux
Ain't no math test so choose up
And if you looking for real
Shit then choose us
These lightskin girls trying to ruin my life
Cause these straight legged dudes
Ain't doing 'em right
Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Pretty in the face but she
Need a little booty i got a brown chick that
Used to sell that white
I told her if she go to
Jail then she failed at life
I met her at Flog Gnaw
Don't ask about paid dues
I put the west coast on my back
And then I made moves
Motherfuckers the must've forgot
Now I'm back to rappin' like
I gotta take my spot
No shots cause I hate getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet
Through your top hat (no shots)
They tried to assassinate the God
But motherfucker Jamla is the squad
So whats the odds of you coming up
Can't fuck with Strange tuck ya
Chain if you runnin' up (no shots)
Been at it for a decade plus
They only on they first tour
Don't respect they bus
Lil motherfuckers thinkin' they next up
You can't change these rules you
Got the game messed up
Such and such just bought a new house
Tell that little dude to holler
When he twenty years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth
But he ain't ever went gold
What he talking about
That soundscan it don't make you dope
I got underground fans that
Will slit your throat
Play this for a chick and
Watch her panties get soaked
Now she nine months pregnant off
Some shit that I wrote
Oh, you make music for the stupidos
Sing a nice hook but the game need a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin with them roofies bro
I'm just mackin' leave that to the susios
Dirty dirty like my mouth for the south is
I wear the same vans with all of my outfit's
Strange Music life yeah I'm really about this
And if you disagree then put my
Dick where your mouth is
No shots, noooo shots, no no