DumaxGone! - shootas (feat. 1jinawtf) Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ok
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Huh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Huh, huh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Nigga wanna f*ckin' scrap
Nigga I don't fight, I muf*ckin' shoot hoes, yea
My niggas up in the hills, bitch we countin' bank
Bitch we countin' blue rolls
This a bitch ass nigga, yea, yea, yea
Nigga can't do shit, yea
Stay up #ARIA gang, my niggas been havin' the motion
Slatt, nigga wanna talk 'bout money and fans
When nigga been knew that it's hopeless
Yea, murk that boy, take his advance
We not tryna shoot him though
She ride like a bike, but she fat like a Sumo
You get played like a dice, pick your cards right
Shoot that boy look like he sick, yea (yea), yea
F*cked that bitch, I got her screaming, oh yea

Shawty trippin', I don't even know you
What the f*ck these niggas on
Talk bout "Get off my body hoe"
I'm on your block, finna slide with the mac-pole
That shit don't make sense, I'm with your bitch
In the stu' she gon' give head
Duma, he meant to say he got a mac 10, watchout
That bitch gettin' her back blown in
I hit the bitch, now I got that bitch moanin' (Ha)
Yea, yea, yea, nigga trying to compare him to Duma
Wait, do these niggas know that I'm a shooter
The way that bitch movin', you'd think she work at hooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters

(Ah) You know we some shooters
You know we'll move, yuh (You know we'll, yea)
My niggas they ridin' up on you
She tryna f*ck, Ima take her and show her
I f*ck that bitch, in the back, she started moaning
My shit too rich, can't get from me
I get to high, I can't run
She trying to f*ck, now I can't front (Duma, F- F)
Big ahh make her clear the function
All of my niggas they running and bussing
Bitch call me phone, you all on that fuss shit
Nigga talk down, I'm bringing the clips
I got no head, now I can't buss
Shawty wit' me now I'm tryna buss (Whoo, yea)

(Whoo, yea)
(Yea, whoo, yea)
(Yea, whoo, yea)
(Yea, whoo, yea)

Uh, uh, call my phone up
If you not on some bullshit
Call my phone up
I do not give two shit's
Bitch trying to run up
He got put up in that ditch
Run them racks up, I get cheddar for my kids
I got bag, yea, back to the bricks, I'm back, yea
I shouldn't even ask her, I can't even be on bags, yuh
My brothers gon' ask what, Talkin' down, Ion even know some
My brother gon' smack him, he tryna die, we gon clap him

Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters
Bina and Duma, these niggas some shooters