showing charisma Yeah I be shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga
s going down The type of shit, that make your girl knees touch the ground You got plex let me know, you got beef let me know If you looking for me nigga
Here It Go [Chorus:] Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot Em Up Bang, Bang Shoot
'm Cute I'm Cute And you know I'm Cute She Cute Yeah She Cute But not just them Apple Bottoms Or them Daisy dukes When she step On the dance floor Automatically get Loose Talking hit me
with my loot and it might pop It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT~! And it's not the chance to take, just like it's not the answer Who out for
She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me
pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this My music needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me You don'
SHOT was my girlfriend When We was younger Her I was scarred yo Bullets I survived though Death It's came easy Truth the games needs me Never let them
pen to the paper, This time as visual as possible, Guns blast at the hospital, The walls are white washed with tin rooftops, To show love you lick two shots
pop-pop-pop-pop That's four cousins shot! I got grudges, let's discuss this, my music needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck ups, trust me you
blood shot eyes can't look away Running is over, running is dead Crowd control No one will ever know Live in lies and breed with eyes That just wait now Oh me
-Verse 1- Youre just above from amazing Im a little short from anything So would you take my hand And lets run away She likes the truth in any way Even
until the sun comes up. And we'll dance until we crash. Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass. Sit down, sing me a song, girl. Tell me
my baby told me she would meet me on the street stood behind a lamppost, I could only see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, don't want to be a bore
chokin Eyes kinda red blood shot from the contact In a 67' Caddy bumpin Gap Band eight track What you say nigga 11/5's in the house So let me break it
me blasted I lay dead in the casket To see me laughin' But I ain't havin' it The gas pedal I be mashin' To escape the assassin Cuz mutha fuckas hate to see me
for me Twirk it for me Twirk it for me Twirk it for me [Q] Come a little closer baby Girl I want to feel your body Lead you right next to me