Who Shot Ya
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Chophouze on the track
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
IMixNation for real
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Straight to the doctor, uh
Give him somethin' proper, uh, yeah, yeah
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Go straight to the doctor, uh
He need some oxygen, yeah, yeah
Go call the cops, yeah
Somebody got shot, yeah
He played and got popped, yeah
This a real Glock, shoot at the opps
This ain't no prop, yeah, yeah
Trap out the spot, I got them blocks
I sell a lot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at my wrist, yeah
But don't look too long, this ain't no lick
You can get hit, yeah, yeah
I smoke the strong, you cannot match
You cannot hit, yeah, yeah
My money long, I send a hit
That will not miss, yeah, yeah
Get a lil' bonus for a headshot
I fuck that bitch 'til her legs lock
She give me head like a dreadlock
Now her baby daddy hatin', he gon' get shot
I heard that boy need a med doc
You know you sweet like a blow pop
I built a crib on a whole lot
Got so many acres, might start my own crop
I get that bag and I'm runnin' it up
I get them racks and I'm fuckin' it up
I smoke so much 'til a nigga feel stuck
We fuck all the time, but I don't go with her, yeah
You fell in love with a thot
I fell in love with the pot
I'm a big timer, look at my watch
Four hundred degrees, I'm hot
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Straight to the doctor, uh
Give him somethin' proper, uh, yeah, yeah
Nigga, I'm hot, yeah
Hot like a pot, yeah
Trap out the spot, yeah
Play, you get popped, yeah
Nigga, who shot ya? Uh
Go straight to the doctor, uh
He need some oxygen, yeah, yeah
Reach for my watch, yeah
I set it off, yeah
Like Vivica Fox, yeah
He need a doc, he done got shot
He went into shock, yeah, yeah
Now his body rot, his mama cryin'
They want it to stop, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I keep a shooter, yeah
Like how he maneuver
He don't like Dracs, he want a Ruger, yeah, yeah
You rap about guns and talk about killings
But who is you foolin'? Yeah, yeah
The Glock got a drum, and when it get hot
The TEC got a coolant, yeah, yeah
That chopper find you like you Nemo
Bitch, I'm so dope like a kilo
I pray I don't get me a RICO
Might rob you for bricks like I'm Alpo
Used to drop off the box at the front door
If the coast clear, pick it up, then go
He act like he hard, but we all know
These niggas like cancer, they don't really want smoke, bitch