Shoota - Battlefield

〈intro〉
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

〈verse 1〉
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

〈hook〉
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

〈verse 2〉
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

〈outro〉
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