PradaJay - Shots Fired

"Shots fired", first responder
Was seconds too late
Knots tied, we locked in
Like brushes and toothpaste
Not I, don't hide my tail
When boxed in, create space
Straight drop of purple pour a sixth'
Now my tooth ache
Can't defeat the drop
Ya' best bet is running laps nigga
Passenger princess besides me
Type her feelings on twitter
Let him run his movie
Catch him live like he on thriller
Was raised in jungle with gorillas
Camp in his bushes, warfare-guerilla
I lost count, so many opps'
Done we done gave dimples
Oh he the one with juice, we box him in
"Yea that shit real simple"
Yea he the nigga with some motion
Put my bitch up on him
Pillow talking forty's melatonin
Make him count sheep
Whistle blowing, told bro watch his aim
"Doing drills on feet"
I can make one call they "Fall Thru"
I ain't talking Meek
If he fall, catch it all
Been holding anger in for weeks
They know the stats, yea we check ball
We got them hiding out for weeks
How you snitch up on the guys?
That shit had me losing sleep
His co-defendant testified
Now he got twenty-years...
Shit deep
Kick off a snowball effect
That slippery slope, he started steep
He made his bed speaking on the dead
Now he getting put to sleep
Demon black youth we're crashing out
And love the violence
Brodie got attempts, he fiending
I told him keep trying
Had to part ways with the old news
She kept on lying
Niggas keep on speaking on the dead
Wonder why they dying
Last thing he saw was white sparks
And heard his momma crying
Bro two-fifty walking niggas down
On that backcourt he Zion
Paint his white shirt red, like a sauce stain
Turnt' his brains lasagna
The guys and I was broke
Splitting a Wendy's, Four for four
I held you down thru the storm
And it passed, what you leave me for?
I got that call about my cousin
And ran out the door
I'm in the Johnny head on a swivel
Clutching on a dirty pole
I ain't worried about no friends
I ain't worried about no hoes
I'm just worried about the dough
And I want designer clothes
Man you switched up you a hoe
I should take your pole
I told "Bro" stand over top
And make sure you snatch his soul
Looking at shorty' eyes
She got a heart of gold
Burning all my bridges
And my heart is getting cold
Cut off all the fake vibes, I'm going rogue
"Shots fired", first responder
Was seconds too late
Knots tied, we locked in
Like brushes and toothpaste
Not I, don't hide my tail
When boxed in, create space
Straight drop of purple pour a sixth'
Now my tooth ache
Can't defeat the drop
Ya' best bet is running laps nigga
Passenger princess besides me
Type her feelings on twitter
Let him run his movie
Catch him live like he on thriller
Was raised in jungle with gorillas
Camp in his bushes, warfare-guerilla
Burning all my bridges
Heart is getting cold
Cut off all the fake vibes, I'm going rogue
Burning all my bridges
My heart is getting cold
Cut off the fake vibes, I'm going rogue
Burning all my bridges
Heart is getting cold
Cut off all the fake vibes, I'm going rogue

Written by:
Prada Jay

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find