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Shootah Shootah
Chill Will

Feat. Young Scooter & Shy Glizzy


(Hook)

As soon as I walk in a room, I look around

Then you know I wed up and I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand down and spin around

And I make them niggas bad bad, they stand down

That's why I turned into a shootah shootah, shootah shootah

Yo bitch be like prew this, prew this, come prew this prew this

Don't make me have to do ya, do ya, I do ya do ya

I gotta say it, uh, uh, like uh uh


(Verse: Chill Will)

That's why I give it uncut, yea, that sushi sushi

But you ain't will the trap god, sound like Gucci Gucci

He say he saw the Saw White like a puddle puddle

I clicke that soft white like a nutter, nutter

? I stand curly, I'mma shootah shootah

Don't make me have to do ya, goonies gon' do ya do ya

Somebody need to stop me (I can't), it ain't fair

It ain't plain fair, what a nigga standin' up

Leave a nigga layn there

A lot of coke, but I ain't neva been in Cuba

Just saw a lot of blow, and I ain't talkin' bout no tuba

Is she like, she gettin' real wet, so we call 'er tuna

She let you go deep deep, dive in the scuba


(Hook)

As soon as I walk in a room, I look around

Then you know I wed up and I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand down and spin around

And I make them niggas bad bad, they stand down

That's why I turned into a shootah shootah, shootah shootah

Yo bitch be like prew this, prew this, come prew this prew this

Don't make me have to do ya, do ya, I do ya do ya

I gotta say it, uh, uh, like uh uh


(Verse: Young Scooter)

How I do a crime, niggas, won't say excuse me

BMG14-26, we got shootaz

Autofalse, it's man Chill Will and Young Scooter

Never thought about that lossa of tiff (for what?), I kept it movin'

Dem young scooter, we boss some stick, but away them roobas

Look, throw 'way scraps, we break 'em down and reuse it

What you know, that Scooter. Aye, don't he rap?

What you know bout C? That nigga still in the trap

Every time I talk to heffe, he like a hard boy (I respect him)

I ain't even top the tank, but have to hold it like down-a-tellin'

Ain't gon' tell 'im nuttin'

Goddamn, the streets change

Thy nigga super lame, plus they tellin' everything


(Hook)

As soon as I am in a room, I look around

Then you know I wed up and I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand down and spin around

And I make them niggas bad bad, they stand down

That's why I turned into a shootah shootah, shootah shootah

Yo bitch be like prew this, prew this, come prew this prew this

Don't make me have to do ya, do ya, I do ya do ya

I gotta say it, uh, uh, like uh uh


(Verse: Shy Glizzy)

They say more money, more pro'lems

Glizzy came with moppa

Bitch, I got them choppas, I shoulda played for the Rockers

Find out you got weight, I might be sleepin' in yo closet

Tick out from the blunt, put his ass right out the sun

Hang with all the shootas, they got shit with gooners

Macatronabula, I'mma talk 'em bout computers

Rigger go boom, bitch, saw that Led Lugger

Dealin' cause some bitches need to rig they ass at hooters

You need to chill, boy, heard you be with will, boy

Now this shit fo' real, boy, I don't need no kill, boy

Lotta dolla bills, boy, feel a lotta mills, boy

Play with Big Glizzy, you gon' get yo ass killed, boy


(Hook)

As soon as I am in a room, I look around

Then you know I wed up and I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand down and spin around

And I make them niggas bad bad, they stand down

That's why I turned into a shootah shootah, shootah shootah

Yo bitch be like prew this, prew this, come prew this prew this

Don't make me have to do ya, do ya, I do ya do ya

I gotta say it, uh, uh, like uh uh


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