Slade 2 – SHOOTIN’ Lyrics

SHOOTIN’ – Slade 2 Lyrics

Aye everyday I'm shooting

Gettin' bullets in his head bitch everyday thats what I'm doing

We gon shoot up all yo niggas bitch you know we ain't excluding

Bitch I'll slap with my gun I'll knock him out give him a bruising (Huh, aye)

I been steady packing pole

Everyday I'm always packing nigga and that's on my soul

Everyday I make a rack I flex it then I flex a roll

Bitch I'm trippin' off a 30 right now I got no control (Came up from the O, came up from the O)

If I whip the choppa out you gon see that this shit can blow

Everyday I'm gonna pull up on yo hoe she just gave me some blow

Every track I'm dropping is a hit you know I never throw

Pulled up on yo hoe I told that hoe to drop it fucking low

Nigga everyday I'm always high you niggas always low

What I'm countin' right now countin' money I'ma count my dough

And yall niggas out there hella soft yall niggas is some hoes

Yall some hoes nigga I don't fuck with that

Now I'm rolling through yo city and my pockets looking fat

Yo hoe getting straight to fucking nigga she don't wanna chat

Bitch I don't fuck with a lot of niggas cause they don't know how to act

I might slap him with my tech I might slap him with my MAC

Reloading the MAC I rack it back before I'm shooting back

Runnin' on these beats I hear they calling me the green bay pack

We gon get our guns and smoke that nigga down like he a pack

Aye everyday I'm shooting

Gettin' bullets in his head bitch everyday thats what I'm doing

We gon shoot up all yo niggas bitch you know we ain't excluding

Bitch I'll slap with my gun I'll knock him out give him a bruising (Huh, aye)

Shot him with that K

Shot him with my ray

Nigga I don't play

AR let it spray

His corpse gon decay

Nigga that's all day

You best fucking pray

I'ma get that play

I'ma get that play

Niggas asking me if It's okay

Does it look okay

You've never seen inside

I don't feel alive

Pistol right up to my head and lately I been thinking about suicide

Is it do or die

Bitch I guess we'll never know

The only time they care about me is when there is no more soul

All you pussy niggas sit behind yo screens and fucking scroll

Will I ever make it out the underground I guess we'll never know

For she give me neck

I bet that she won't forget

I got 223's the bullets and I gotta lotta tecs

Everyday yo bitch hittin' my phone she keep sending me text

I'ma do this shit for real bitch nigga I ain't tryna sext

He said bet

Now we slidin' in the vet

I'ma drop you niggas pop you niggas

Bitch I'm never stopping nigga

Yo girl in my crib and she gon keep giving me shlopin' nigga

We gon pop you in the head gon pop you in yo noggin nigga