Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Shoot Out
Text:
I’m working on dying
Roll the blunt James, please, bruh
Thank you, my brother
Ya digg, green hearted
Let’s get it
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, spend my wings
Uh, uh, uh, uh, get my lane
Yeah, that’s what it is, nigga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
For real, okay
Opp on sight, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Cops outside, shootin’ niggas (brr brr)
Baby momma outside, shoot a nigga (brr)
Why you walkin’ with your chop? Shoot a nigga (brr brr)
If you on trial, shoot a nigga (brr brr)
All my niggas doin’ time, shoot a nigga (brr)
See a bitch you don’t like, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, rock)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (ya digg)
Green beam on my hip, my target (bow)
Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your bitch on molly (rock, rock, rock)
And I got your bitch off molly (facts, yuh)
Top notch pill, no stylist (yuh)
Got a hundred round drum my closet (yuh)
Got the Gucci smellin’ like gunpowder (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Baby, the ice don’t get much louder (SSET)
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the price, don’t need much better (brr)
Bet your girlfriend drained my bladder (woo)
24k golden showers
Got a bitch to text me, you would think it’s Ripley’s
Believe it or not, she said she finna fuck the whole team
I don’t really give a fuck, fat pussy, money, or the lean
You know I love confrontation, tell them drop the addy
Opp on sight, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Cops outside, shootin’ niggas (brr brr)
Baby momma outside, shoot a nigga (brr)
Why you walkin’ with your chop? Shoot a nigga (brr brr)
If you on trial, shoot a nigga (brr brr)
All my niggas doin’ time, shoot a nigga (brr)
See a bitch you don’t like, shoot a nigga (yeah)
Got two guns on me like Tomb Raider (yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, yeah, yeah)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (rock, rock)
I’ma do the Benz, no rock (fact, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 2PhoneShawty green hearted (ya digg)
Green beam on my hip, my target (bow)
Got a hundred bands in my pockets
And I got your bitch on molly (rock, rock, rock)