Shootout Songtext
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Shootout Songtext
Somebody ain′t gon' leave this place today
All that talkin′ have you walkin' back against the wall
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
You ain′t bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
I ain't with the talkin′, I ain't with the chit-chat
Get back, click-clack, kick back
Twelve gauge shotty under my back seat
Nine milli with the dope in a brick stash
These chill bumps give me pain
I kinda love it, it wasn't for the struggle I haven′t made
Be a goofy old white boy, never seen death
Never felt wind from a bullet that′ll leave welts
You ain't been off in that water, buddy, you ain′t Phelps
Michael Kors on my bitch, purse, shoes, and a belt
I been on the fence, defense, I intercept
All the bullshit that tried to hit me then it went left
Made a decision, a victim of good intentions
A product of convictions, I'm poppin′ these prescriptions
I don't want no problems that probably get me convicted
So I advise you to keep your distance, woah
Somebody ain′t gon' leave this place today
All that talkin' have you walkin′ back against the wall
I been lookin′ for a problem that needs to pay
You ain't bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
Pull up, hop out, get dropped
Blue face chasin' big knots, can't stop
Halloween burger ′til your door won′t knock
Where I'm really from, the South where the guns stay cocked
Where the cookin′ real good and the women real fine
Brand new .45 and the same old nine
The smoke drop the load but it show up on time
Whole crew grippin' nines and we sippin′ on shine
Woo, I'ma make it hit the woo, Ric Flair
Real gone, get it in the game, big player
Been shinin′, homie, you ain't never been there
Diamond mixed with the muddy boots make your bitch stare
Used to all that but this paper no joke
Real big talker, I ain't duckin′ no smoke
Won′t be buried king, I'ma bring it your way
Fuck with mine, won′t make it out alive no way 'cause
Somebody ain′t gon' leave this place today
All that talkin′ have you walkin' back against the wall
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
You ain′t bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
One, ayy, man, they ain't on shit
They ain′t on nothin', it is what it is
If they got a problem, then we'll solve it quick
Like math equations, two dots and a stick, we divide
Conquer and thrive
Straight from the bottom, came straight out the pines
Big ass clip hangin′ out of the nine
That bitch like a dick, it′ll straighten your spine
It's up and I swear that it′s stuck
They ain't stoppin′ shit, they don't know where we from
Got food on my plate, I got Drac′ in my cup
I remember when I ain't have shit but a crumb
Man, they all wanna be me
I'm too quick with it like Lightning McQueen
They hate on the kid ′cause they like what they see
I was down on my ass, now I′m back on my feet, bitch
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
All that talkin′ have you walkin' back against the wall
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
You ain′t bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
I ain't with the talkin′, I ain't with the chit-chat
Get back, click-clack, kick back
Twelve gauge shotty under my back seat
Nine milli with the dope in a brick stash
These chill bumps give me pain
I kinda love it, it wasn't for the struggle I haven′t made
Be a goofy old white boy, never seen death
Never felt wind from a bullet that′ll leave welts
You ain't been off in that water, buddy, you ain′t Phelps
Michael Kors on my bitch, purse, shoes, and a belt
I been on the fence, defense, I intercept
All the bullshit that tried to hit me then it went left
Made a decision, a victim of good intentions
A product of convictions, I'm poppin′ these prescriptions
I don't want no problems that probably get me convicted
So I advise you to keep your distance, woah
Somebody ain′t gon' leave this place today
All that talkin' have you walkin′ back against the wall
I been lookin′ for a problem that needs to pay
You ain't bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
Pull up, hop out, get dropped
Blue face chasin' big knots, can't stop
Halloween burger ′til your door won′t knock
Where I'm really from, the South where the guns stay cocked
Where the cookin′ real good and the women real fine
Brand new .45 and the same old nine
The smoke drop the load but it show up on time
Whole crew grippin' nines and we sippin′ on shine
Woo, I'ma make it hit the woo, Ric Flair
Real gone, get it in the game, big player
Been shinin′, homie, you ain't never been there
Diamond mixed with the muddy boots make your bitch stare
Used to all that but this paper no joke
Real big talker, I ain't duckin′ no smoke
Won′t be buried king, I'ma bring it your way
Fuck with mine, won′t make it out alive no way 'cause
Somebody ain′t gon' leave this place today
All that talkin′ have you walkin' back against the wall
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
You ain′t bulletproof, I′ll show you how a man falls
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Yeah, pull up, hop out, you get dropped
I been lookin' for a problem that needs to pay
Walk up on me, I′ma show you what you not
One, ayy, man, they ain't on shit
They ain′t on nothin', it is what it is
If they got a problem, then we'll solve it quick
Like math equations, two dots and a stick, we divide
Conquer and thrive
Straight from the bottom, came straight out the pines
Big ass clip hangin′ out of the nine
That bitch like a dick, it′ll straighten your spine
It's up and I swear that it′s stuck
They ain't stoppin′ shit, they don't know where we from
Got food on my plate, I got Drac′ in my cup
I remember when I ain't have shit but a crumb
Man, they all wanna be me
I'm too quick with it like Lightning McQueen
They hate on the kid ′cause they like what they see
I was down on my ass, now I′m back on my feet, bitch
Somebody ain't gon′ leave this place today
Writer(s): Michael Kyle Williams, Jordan Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

