Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Who shot ya
U wont need no doctor
Ya
Whole team shooting gaurds
Ya i stacked roster
Ya
Hang with rastas
Raise u like mufasa
Ya
Weavin in and out of traffic
Thought i was a boxer
Ya
223 red beam
Watch it blinkin at u
I let my dogs loose
And now they fu**ing gettin at u
Dump u in that water
Family donna forget about u
Who shot ya
That's the question on the news
Only was one witness
That ray charles dude
Always on the DL
When we bustin moves
I will call my maintness man
He Fix u with them tools.
They should call me flash
Fast is just how i move
Damn I don't know who shot ya
But just know I always leave with my choppa
2 Cuban links flooded AP
I'm nice bruh
My jewelry game sick I might need me a doctor
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Movin like Casper
Aka dat ghost
Pushin on da pedal
Talkin bout dat rose
Nigga whipe your nose
I think u got a cold
I'll catch u off da 4
My niggas
Kickin doors
Ya wipin we O's
That shit from Mexico
Your bitch she do da dope
Then she give me throut
Pockets overloaded
We went and hit da store
Ya I got Dem jordans
And went and hit a score
Countin all Des hunddrids
Rubber bands won't fold
Dimonds they be hitting
They be mixed with gold
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Ddrizzle - Who Shot Ya (feat. Omello) Lyrics
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Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Who shot ya
U wont need no doctor
Ya
Whole team shooting gaurds
Ya i stacked roster
Ya
Hang with rastas
Raise u like mufasa
Ya
Weavin in and out of traffic
Thought i was a boxer
Ya
223 red beam
Watch it blinkin at u
I let my dogs loose
And now they fu**ing gettin at u
Dump u in that water
Family donna forget about u
Who shot ya
That's the question on the news
Only was one witness
That ray charles dude
Always on the DL
When we bustin moves
I will call my maintness man
He Fix u with them tools.
They should call me flash
Fast is just how i move
Damn I don't know who shot ya
But just know I always leave with my choppa
2 Cuban links flooded AP
I'm nice bruh
My jewelry game sick I might need me a doctor
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Movin like Casper
Aka dat ghost
Pushin on da pedal
Talkin bout dat rose
Nigga whipe your nose
I think u got a cold
I'll catch u off da 4
My niggas
Kickin doors
Ya wipin we O's
That shit from Mexico
Your bitch she do da dope
Then she give me throut
Pockets overloaded
We went and hit da store
Ya I got Dem jordans
And went and hit a score
Countin all Des hunddrids
Rubber bands won't fold
Dimonds they be hitting
They be mixed with gold
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Who shot ya
U wont need no doctor
Ya
Whole team shooting gaurds
Ya i stacked roster
Ya
Hang with rastas
Raise u like mufasa
Ya
Weavin in and out of traffic
Thought i was a boxer
Ya
223 red beam
Watch it blinkin at u
I let my dogs loose
And now they fu**ing gettin at u
Dump u in that water
Family donna forget about u
Who shot ya
That's the question on the news
Only was one witness
That ray charles dude
Always on the DL
When we bustin moves
I will call my maintness man
He Fix u with them tools.
They should call me flash
Fast is just how i move
Damn I don't know who shot ya
But just know I always leave with my choppa
2 Cuban links flooded AP
I'm nice bruh
My jewelry game sick I might need me a doctor
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Movin like Casper
Aka dat ghost
Pushin on da pedal
Talkin bout dat rose
Nigga whipe your nose
I think u got a cold
I'll catch u off da 4
My niggas
Kickin doors
Ya wipin we O's
That shit from Mexico
Your bitch she do da dope
Then she give me throut
Pockets overloaded
We went and hit da store
Ya I got Dem jordans
And went and hit a score
Countin all Des hunddrids
Rubber bands won't fold
Dimonds they be hitting
They be mixed with gold
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Damn n***a
Who shot ya
All my n***as hard
Coming straight from the blocka
F**k with one of us
And get hit with that glocka
You don't want no smoke
You can't put out that fire
Writer: Keith Delong, Melvin Twitty
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid