Shotgun Shane - El Chapo

If you touch my peso
Hunt you down like I’m el chapo
Keep that 9 tucked just like rondo
Never been scared to do more time bro
I’ve already tried that high road
Too many times but not no more tho
No mo nice guy, watching my blindside, cause I know that’s how you bitches roll

Out in the sticks, where you find me bitch
Burning tires off like I’m Andretti bitch
Still on top bet it make you sick
Keep your thoughts to yourself, matter fact suck a dick

Used to be nice, then they called me a prick
So if you wanna prick, buckle up here it is..
3 sheets gone to the wind in this bitch..
And I ain’t sign up to make friends in this bitch

I came in alone and I didnt need help
All of em faker than their record sales
Drama for drama to make records sale
Records still fail, (no shit!)

I am so different I stick to myself
I don’t fit in with these demons in hell..
That’s how it is, now it’s time to rebel..
Imma raise hell... (no shit!)

Used to claim homie but all of em wanted
To break me down but I didn’t let em
And then they got mad at me
Started up rumors
All up on the internet
Now they all trolling me
They can’t control me and that make em madder and madder and madder
And they want my money, they all acting funny, but I ain’t a dummy, even though I am a Hick from the country
(Bitch)

If you touch my peso
Hunt you down like I’m el chapo
Keep that 9 tucked just like rondo
Never been scared to do more time bro
I’ve already tried that high road
Too many times but not no more tho
No mo nice guy, watching my blindside, cause I know that’s how you bitches roll

But I ain’t never been like that
And no I didn’t plan on that
But if this what you want
This is whatcha gon get

I ain’t got time to play games
To most of y’all I’m half of your age
What you tryna prove papaw?
Dead and gone when the gun go bang

I ain’t got time for no winey bitch
Always actin hard, but I know what it is
Didn’t get enough attention as a kid
Am I the only one that can see through it?

Any meanie by the toe, three stooges
Imma rockstar call me Theodore Nugent..
Trip to the past let me be a nuisance
Prolly was the one that would take yo bitch

I don’t really care bout nobody feelings
That I hurt, you about to get murked
Fuck what you heard, you gotta learn...
Bridges been burned, to no return
And I’m sitting on the freeway, on the phone with a threeway ...
Up in my ear like please behave
You ain’t gotta murder me, but I just did and you still a punk bitch and I’ll say it everyday

Used to claim homie but all of em wanted
To break me down but I didn’t let em
And then they got mad at me
Started up rumors
All up on the internet
Now they all trolling me
They can’t control me and that make em madder and madder and madder
And they want my money, they all acting funny, but I ain’t a dummy, even though I am a Hick from the country
(Bitch)

If you touch my peso
Hunt you down like I’m el chapo
Keep that 9 tucked just like rondo
Never been scared to do more time bro
I’ve already tried that high road
Too many times but not no more tho
No mo nice guy, watching my blindside, cause I know that’s how you bitches roll

But I ain’t never been like that
And no I didn’t plan on that
But if this what you want
This is whatcha gon get

I ain’t got time to play games
To most of y’all I’m half of your age
What you tryna prove papaw?
Dead and gone when the gun go bang

Written by:
DILAN SHANE SEAL

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