Trap Manny, Lil Durk and Don Q - Shoot

Huh
Yeah, huh
Ooh, huh
Sheesh, huh
Yeah, fuck
Yeah, ooh

Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah
(Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah)
One of y'all keep on playin', nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah
(All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt)
Poppin' Percs for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah
(Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through)
I'm just tryin' to get paid, you should try and do the same thin' too, yeah
(You should try to do the same too, yeah)
Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (woo, woo)
Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (sheesh, woo, woo)
When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (woo, sheesh)
I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade goin' through him
You know how I'm movin' (brrt, yeah)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
How the fuck I get bent in the city? (How?)
Go ask the streets who the man in the city (yeah)
Where I'm you from, it ain't peace, you can't handle your Glizzy
Still play in the trap, I'm the soul of the trenches (the soul of the trenches)
I snuck through the back, they ain't show me the entrance (yeah)
You thought I would lack, uppin' four when I sent you (ha)
My ex want me back, I ain't showin' no interest
We turned the hood to a car show (to a car show)
Flood the block, "Turn the hood into Narcos" (into Narcos)
Fuck the cops, "We gon' serve when the park closed" (bitch)
Tell the custies, "I got what you starve for" (yeah, yeah)
Took a uppie and it made my heart slow (it made my heart slow)
Tell 'em, "Guppies don't swim where the sharks go" (yeah)
Tell my mother, "My man made a hundred in a day
The fuck I'ma go get a job for?" (Fuck I'ma go get a job for?)

Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah
(Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah)
One of y'all keep on playin', nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah
(All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt)
Poppin' Percs for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah
(Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through)
I'm just tryin' to get paid, you should try and do the same thin' too, yeah
(You should try to do the same too, yeah)
Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (woo, woo)
Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (sheesh, woo, woo)
When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (woo, sheesh)
I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade goin' through him
You know how I'm movin' (brrt)

I'm from the block where they killin' the killers and robbin' the robbers, can't nobody stop us
I'm from the block where we get in the pills and we just sit back, we don't sell 'em, we pop 'em
I gotta go just to get me a Grammy, but you know I'm stuck in the trenches regardless
Choppers and AK's, these are not SI's, I paid a big bag to get me some flawless
Bro went to jail and I sent him a nick' and I told him, "Fall back", he ain't gotta keep callin'
Rappers don't check in and come to the city, they come to the city, they havin' a problem
Ball, I'ma ball like the nigga from New Orleans
Niggas ain't run up a check, why you stallin'?
Pass me a bottle of Fiji, I'm rollin'
The Glock I got protectin' me like a Trojan (yeah)
And we don' play that
Gotta watch for the jakes on the wave out (yeah)
And we stay strapped
You can't go on a date, you gotta take out
10K on your grill, you got a fake mouth
Hit that trap for that cash, we gon' stake out
Fuck a bitch, then we leave, we don't make out
Chiraq, come with fast cars, they gon' highjack
Tenfold, I can spend a hundred, where the dice at?
SnitchK sendin' big shots, where the mice at?
Keyboard, ain't no real killer finna type that
Dior, ayy, Don Q, where the mic's at?
Headshot, ambulance told you, "Don't even fight tha,t" yeah

Reminisce on them days, I was locked in prison, had me in the SHU, yeah
(Yeah, they had me in the SHU, yeah)
One of y'all keep on playin', nigga run up on me, know that I'ma shoot, yeah
(All my killers paid, I'ma shoot, brrt)
Poppin' Percs for the pain, you don't know what a nigga been through, yeah
(Poppin' that Perky for the pain, don't know what I been through)
I'm just tryin' to get paid, you should try and do the same thin' too, yeah
(You should try to do the same too, yeah)
Before they knew me with the braids, I was on the road, out makin' moves (woo, woo)
Another dollar, another day, every day that I wake up, I gotta get to it, huh (sheesh, woo, woo)
When I was locked upstate, every day, I prayed I'd make it through it, huh (woo, sheesh)
I don't care if he hit the waves, come my way, then that blade goin' through him
You know how I'm movin' (brrt)

Written by:
Emmanuel Cobbs, Le'Quincy Anderson, Durk D. Banks

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find