shoot your shot Songtext
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shoot your shot Songtext
(Yeah, yeah)
Shoot your shot, man
You don′t know if you try, I'm like, "Goddamn"
Pull up and the new chain bussin′
I'ma hit it from the back, don't bust in
Best in the underground, no discussion
Blow the speakers, got the bands all bustin′ bass
I want a big-ass pape′ with a big-ass cape
With a Draco on my hip
She come out your place
She ain't serve no face, but she damn well serving lip
See, I′ma shoot that shot, I green
But she runnin' her mouth, she just tryna quip
Tell me how you gon′ know if you don't shoot (Shoot)
Shoot (Brrt), shoot (Brrt)
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Be toe-for-toe, got the beams on yo′ bro, rat-tat-tat
Gleams in your eyes, came to bе by surprise
Know I see through your lies, it just seems like you're mine
But I know it′s not true, found my comfort in you, okay
Tell me what makes you special
You stole my heart, embezzled
You sold your soul, the devil
I told 'em they need Jesus
Drop thousands on the pieces
No, I can't read your mind
You told me I be in your thoughts, but you′re hardly in mine
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
(You're now playing yit.mp3!)
(Isaac, what the hell is goin′ on?)
(What?)
Shoot your shot, man
You don′t know if you try, I'm like, "Goddamn"
Pull up and the new chain bussin′
I'ma hit it from the back, don't bust in
Best in the underground, no discussion
Blow the speakers, got the bands all bustin′ bass
I want a big-ass pape′ with a big-ass cape
With a Draco on my hip
She come out your place
She ain't serve no face, but she damn well serving lip
See, I′ma shoot that shot, I green
But she runnin' her mouth, she just tryna quip
Tell me how you gon′ know if you don't shoot (Shoot)
Shoot (Brrt), shoot (Brrt)
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Be toe-for-toe, got the beams on yo′ bro, rat-tat-tat
Gleams in your eyes, came to bе by surprise
Know I see through your lies, it just seems like you're mine
But I know it′s not true, found my comfort in you, okay
Tell me what makes you special
You stole my heart, embezzled
You sold your soul, the devil
I told 'em they need Jesus
Drop thousands on the pieces
No, I can't read your mind
You told me I be in your thoughts, but you′re hardly in mine
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
Sweet Hz thumpin′
The crowd all jumpin'
Got the hearts all pumpin′
Got the hearts all pumpin'
(You're now playing yit.mp3!)
(Isaac, what the hell is goin′ on?)
(What?)
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