LYRICS
作曲 : Booter Bee/Mazza_l20
Olders youngers everyone's getting it I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant load up the six shot if I get pissed
off hell break loose if it's booter pressing it I know they heard bout me broad day bootings live in the B head shots
only man get Smokey tryna put a pagans head by his feet you ain't been opp block 5 in the handy spotted a pagan
flew out the backseat it's me that slapped it try do a hatrick pissed that the 38 bells didn't last me done it in dingers
done it in taxis pop them doors turn pagans athletes fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet end of the story we turnt
him cranberry
How many opps did me and * got *** got *** *** got *** ran out of breath 3 get round jugga and s they put my guys in
cage cah we put guys in the grave main road pulled up 5 in the bulldog it's me that jumped out shot up the place if it
weren't me it was done by the gz if it weren't us it was more time Gaza I ain't gonna swing my fist like warma the
shotgun bells gonna burn like lava that 32 spinner same size as my palm that sawn off dotty same size as nala I
krept up * got cheffed up how many opps got chopped like shawarma YO give me the dotty I know what to do head
shot if I lean out the coupe opps ain't gonna try step on my shoes they know that my head tops loose they know if I
step in the ride it's a wrap pull up bap bap bap don't try run get one in the back try play hero and get one in the hat
Olders youngers everyone's getting it I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant load up the six shot if I get pissed
off hell break loose if it's booter pressing it I know they heard bout me broad day bootings live in the B head shots
only man get Smokey tryna put a pagans head by his feet you ain't been opp block 5 in the handy spotted a pagan
flew out the backseat it's me that slapped it try do a hatrick pissed that the 38 bells didn't last me done it in dingers
done it in taxis pop them doors turn pagans athletes fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet end of the story we turnt
him cranberry
Olders youngers everyone's getting it you ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant shotgun twin pipe trump like a
elephant shh got smoked like weed in a element now he speaks with a speech impediment test gats on rats
experiment he's an informant giving intelligence this spinner won't leave no evidence shh got smoked and now he's
a skeleton so I guess he ain't getting inheritance still in the trenches like a veteran wacks in the shotgun shell done
peppered him I had a laptop bag with a Remington peddle bike days on a pushbike peddling do it onsight love the
adrenaline too much metal I'm still not selling em mag come empty till I put men in em still not comfy still not settling
said I'm a psycho still no medicine he got sent to the light like eddison I'm from Liverpool not from Everton you ain't
ever cut no face with a razor you ain't ever put no opp in the paper how can I miss when the glock got a laser light
or dark dappy and frazer he got rubbed off the map like razor that's a go fund me not a fundraiser stains on the
pavement like a painter I know the killers they owe me a favor I was in school with a blade in my blazer made like
50 k off a shaver hate from my neighbour love from a stranger
Olders youngers everyone's getting it I ain't gonna shoot no one that's irrelevant load up the six shot if I get pissed
off hell break loose if it's booter pressing it I know they heard bout me broad day bootings live in the B head shots
only man get Smokey tryna put a pagans head by his feet you ain't been opp block 5 in the handy spotted a pagan
flew out the backseat it's me that slapped it try do a hatrick pissed that the 38 bells didn't last me done it in dingers
done it in taxis pop them doors turn pagans athletes fat boy ran off but didn't have fast feet end of the story we turnt
him cranberry