BATTLEFIELD - Shoota

Hollow tips no politics fuck nigga

Gang

I done lost some real niggas in the battlefield

Gang, this for all the fallen soldiers (It's Shoota)

DBD4L

Yeah, I’m cooking up so foul niggas calling techs

We catching bodies we don’t hit em with no body checks

Where I’m from they dropping bodies and nobody checks

You can’t make it out the trenches without common sense

How you make it out the cell? That nigga talk to Feds

I’m just tryna get a check and give my momma bread

Niggas say they in the field but that shit all pretend

If a pussy drop a diss that nigga dropping dead

And bro been fighting with some demons but he heaven sent

And I been dropping niggas off and saying self defense

And I been shouting out my block and what I represent

And I been sending off some shots cause we ain’t sending texts

My bro ain’t facing time they gave him house arrest

Think I work at Subway cause we never running outta bread

They like Shoota give me a chance, gave him a count from ten

They thought my niggas wiped they crew, they started counting heads

Bout a check, bitch we bout a check, we ain’t counterfeit

Graveyard shift, bodies dropping when the hour hit

Acting disrespectful, you get buried where the flowers is

You been talking shit online then block me, that’s some coward shit

I turned my back on him they thought that I was tripping

But that boy wasn’t my homie the second he started snitching

Seen that nigga on the stand, now I can’t stand that nigga

Catch that pussy at the addy Spazzy canned that nigga, yeah

And you said you don’t like them niggas, you act like them niggas

But I’m the type to pull up blasting, I don’t type to niggas

I used to make my momma cry but now she hella proud

My choppa Post Malone, these opps must think they better now

Rocking all white, but I beat a nigga black and blue

Bitch I’m Bob the Builder in the streets I always pack a tool

You think I can’t get you wiped off? I put some bands on you

You think I can’t make you famous? Choppa call the camera crew

My niggas run the block like it’s track and field

I ain’t no Wizard but I’m shooting like I’m Bradley Beal

You gave that bitch the world, I hit and bought a happy meal

I done lost some real niggas in the battlefield

(R.I.P my homies, yah I got them feds on me)

I done lost some real niggas in the battlefield

(R.I.P my homies, yah I got them feds on me)

I done lost some real niggas, real niggas

I done lost some real niggas, I done lost some gang niggas

Gotta pour out all my drank just for the ones that ain’t with us

Got a sniper on the roof, hit you off a painkiller

Get the dough and I don’t ever fold, I’m the same nigga, yeah

These bitches swear they love you but they capping though

Tryna pull up on my family, I go savage mode

And ask the opps, I ain’t stopping till your casket closed

Came from the backstreets, we ain’t going back to broke, yeah

Feds tape the scene, we still making green

Tryna play with me, you just make believe

Ain’t no making peace, ain’t no Maybelline

Ima trade the team, my niggas play for keeps

Going hard for the cheddar we ain’t gentle

Fuck the law until they let my dogs up out the kennel

Killers riding with me they in the back of the rental

She came with her sister nigga that’s Kylie and Kendall

SK wipe a nigga stats, check the scoreboard

8 niggas deep but we sliding in a four door

They know my name around the city, bitch I get around

That nigga dissed the gang, you know his ass was never found

I might have to disappear like Makaveli (2Pac)

Locked up in them cages writing verses with my celly

Young nigga got murder on my mind like I was Melly

We ain’t come to play no games my young niggas ain’t friendly, no no

My niggas really do this shit for real, nigga

DBD on top never lacking always coming with that heat, pussy

Holy Ghost

It’s Shoota

Hollow tips no politics, that’s how the fuck I’m coming, nigga

Gang

Only God can judge me