Lyrics “Shoot Em Up” – Doe Boy
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nah..)
Run up on a f*ck ni*ga give it up (Grr, grr..)
N*gga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young ni*ga really don’t give a f*ck (Nah, nah..)
Say you a real ni*ga you ain’t real enough (Nah, nah..)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grr, grr..)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang ni*ga we don’t give a f*ck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Young ni*ga really don’t give a f*ck
N*gga just talkin’ he ain’t really tough
We a pop out we ain’t in the cut
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Rappin’ ass ni*ga you ain’t real enough
500 round drum then I fill it up
Had a party in the club so we lit it up
Gang gang ni*ga we don’t play
He shoot gun he can’t hang round
Gun a ni*ga down with a k round
Headshot make a ni*ga stay down
Headshot make a ni*ga stay down, lay down
Bring a hundred killas where you hang down
Choppas on deck pull up have a bang out
We don’t talk 30s no more don’t play down
Pull up got hundred least 50
All my ni*gas holding on simis
All the real shooters ride with me
We done terrorise the whole city
Ridin’ round town with a AK
With the gang gang
If you hear me don’t play play
N*gga spary spray
You don’t see me just wait for his pay
… go dumb like Day Day
Gang gang
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nah..)
Run up on a f*ck ni*ga give it up (Grr, grr..)
N*gga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young ni*ga really don’t give a f*ck (Nah, nah..)
Say you a real ni*ga you ain’t real enough (Nah, nah..)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grr, grr..)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang ni*ga we don’t give a f*ck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em
Free the gang ni*ga f*ck 12
I ain’t scared of jail put me in a cell
Young rich ni*ga imma pay the bill
Then I’m comin’ home and I’m bring hell
I’m a real felon I’ll getchu whacked
On that gang shit a whole lotta dat
First day out I wasn’t tryna rap
I was on the block tryna buy mac
I ain’t trine be no rapper friend
Diss my then you gettin’ banned
Play with us shoot em where he stand
I know bout a couple ni*gas dead
How you scared of another man
Imma real savage no I never ran
Yungins shoots whenever I demand
Imma let him smoke it I can’t second hand
Ready I come where your block at
Ready where I am at
F*ck where I’m not at
Stay with the pole you know I got dat
Run up on Beezy I do not advise that
My ni*gas on you ain’t no way to stop that
N*gga keep hollin’ I suggest you stop that
Once lil Brody start c*ckin’ that shot back
No where around it your head gettin’ knocked back
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nah..)
Run up on a f*ck ni*ga give it up (Grr, grr..)
N*gga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young ni*ga really don’t give a f*ck (Nah, nah..)
Say you a real ni*ga you ain’t real enough (Nah, nah..)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grr, grr..)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang ni*ga we don’t give a f*ck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em…
