Shot Down

We was jus two birds tryna fly like ratchets/
Dead a cute couple all we needed was caskets/
Use ta keep it jumping like a toddler mattress/
Till them bird brain ducks u fucc wit start yapping/
Like please don’t like, em He’s no item/
Yea I screwed up but nah I ain’t like them/
Yea i dipped in it but nah I ain’t like them/
Can’t have u on god i won’t wife them/
Learn from mistakes, then try to right em/
But u not perfect, this ain’t one sided/
Here i go being a ass again
U need a aspirin /
Ta deal wit all my shyt/
Fake news, real lies, and all my chicks/
I ain’t mean ta hurt u tho, i was jus lit/
Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/
Cuz dead ass, u my bytch, on sum real shyt/
Hook x2
Shoota shoota done shot me down/
Please tell me what im gon do now/
Yea shorty let that thing go pop/
So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/
Verse-Luck
I think about u sometimes at night/
I met the right girl at the wrong time in life/
Im on my own now, had ta say twos to a real one/
But late nights with Mary and Henny make me feel numb/
Got a couple joints around but I don’t feel them/
Cuz they ain’t put in work like you, when the bills come/
Radio on just tryna relax
It got me…/
Missin a ex…
Like a relapse and i be…/
On my grind
To keep my mind/
Off ya shine
And thats no lie/
U on ya glow up
Too bad we took separate paths i had ta grow up/
You needed me in the past and i ain’t show up/
But thats all changed like a broken bill/
And i pray that ya heart not broken still/
Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/
Cuz dead ass, you my bytch, on sum real shyt/
Bridge-Rosinhim
I don’t wanna be a playa no mo
But damn bytch that’s my shyt/
Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick
She gone with jus a flick of the wist
And you won’t be missed (like yea…)/
I don’t wanna be a playa no mo
(Im not a playa i jus fucc a a lot)/
Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick
She gone with jus a flick of the wist
And you won’t be missed (like yea)/
Verse- Pdot xcabar
No doubt about it she a bad bytch/
And we both gettin money she make me feel like im rich/
She gon ride thru the struggle
Yea she ain’t never gone switch/
Now i wanna come back home
Be like lilo and stitch/
But no matter what we go thru
Ima fix it like a puzzle/
Even if i gotta hold you
And tell you how much i love you/ (Huh)
Baby im jus tryna hustle
And pursue my dreams/
I kno shyt ain’t really what it seems
Just believe in me please/
Hook x2
Shoota shoota done shot me down/
Please tell me what im gon do now/
Yea shorty let that thing go pop/
So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/
Outro- Roseinhim
I got the bag/
I got the bread in the bag/
I got the broad in da bag/
That in the bag /
Got all da bucks n da bag/
Hop out the trap on a track/
Rap on the track ryte now
Little bootie on deck
Im fuccin yo joint/
Got eleven thirty minutes
Till the flight leave The morning
And got danm shorty im drunk/
(Laughs) just fuccin with it, Alright stop it