RicardoGallardo - Shoot Em Up (feat. Peezy) Lyrics

Ah, were gunna take you on a shit to a another journey
To the dark side, ah

I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot shoot shoot yeah
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot Shoot em up, shoot em up right now

License to kill with this mic and the steel
Despite how you feel what I'm writing is crill
Watch them itch for a fix of the shit that I speak
You'll get hit, then ill dip off the grid for a week
Flip ya lid for the weight that's sealing ya fate
Then the ceiling get filled with the bricks, and the cake
Shoot em up, shoot em up
The Tommy Gun got the drum clip
Get licked for the chicken I ain't talkin' bout' no drumstik
Some sick when they need the dope
Fiending quotes, so the 16 i wrote
Watch me pitch it, I should've played for the Sox
No squares in the circle cuz I'm way out the box lord
Young scholar, I should've went to oxford
Dumb dollars, I'm tryna get the guap lord
Cop swords, dont bring a knife to a gun fight
In the end ill have you setting like sunlight and that's big facts

I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot shoot shoot yeah
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot Shoot em up, shoot em up right now

I don't sleep, cause sleeps the cousin of death
I stay wide awake while I'm holding my breath
My mind keeps on turning, it's like the wheels on my deck
I kick-flip Inhale the fumes it's keeps on burning my chest
The mischief you wish ya knew that bleep the curse of the rich
You restless prepare for doom keep ya needs to the left
Oh word
I'll tell you what I suggest
To yell for
What keeps on pushing ya best
Yo yo word yo word yo yo word yo word
Word word word word

New age comin I paved the way that I'm runnin on
I'm fresh out the oven glazed baked with the grey poupon
My passion wakes me up dawg forget it don't need alarms
I spit the truth in the booth with my ghetto cadence dawg

I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot em up, shoot em up right now
I rope em up and boot em' up gang shoot em up
Shoot shoot shoot yeah
I rope em up and boot em up gang shoot em up
Shoot Shoot em up, shoot em up right now