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Who Shot You TaTa

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Who Shot You - TaTa
[Intro]
[?]
[?]
41 shots, bitch
(Major, that's you?) ([?])
[?] boom, bitch
[?] boom, bitch
Everything ah!

[Chorus]
How you my opp', nigga? Who did you shoot? (What the fuck?)
And my brother, go dumb with that Deuce
[?], I stay on my Twitter
If I reach in my pocket, just watch how he move
I was thirteen, had the knocka in school (glah, glah)
Fuck around and get lit like a fuse (glah-glah boom)
Stomach shot and watch his body ooze
Put on the news since he feignin' for views

[Verse]
Gun in my hoodie, I feel like a reaper (on bro)
And this 40 gon' boom like a speaker (glah-glah, boom)
Like glahh, boom, bitch
He fast on his feet, we beat him out his sneakers (Like, damn)
I'm on court, these niggas on the bleachers (What the fuck?)
Now I got more money than my teachers (damn)
[?] these bullets delete a nigga
Like a Benadryl, brodie gon' sleep 'em
Niggas on the net and throwin' subliminals (What the fuck?)
And they say they do shit that they didn't do (on bro)
Niggas only be gangsters, digital
Fuck all the talkin', I'm tryna get rid of you (on bro)
I be buggin', ootin' like a visual (like damn)
On the net, they just wanna be visible
40 hit 'em and make 'em invisible (Bitch)
Move the wrong way, [?]
Big bro Touch been tellin' me to chill (on bro)
But my demons just tell me go dumb
I don't got emotions, I feel numb
And they think we a band 'cause all of us got drums
He tried to run, and he ran outta luck (glah-glah boom)
I see him run and I don't give a fuck (boom)
Call me Kobe, fourth quarter, I'm clutch
She doin' it sloppy, won't stop 'til I nut
How you say I'm a bitch and got shot by one? (On bro)
Ayo, Jenny, dump that gun (glah, glah)
He want smoke then I can hit his lungs
And I'm really a demon, I do this for fun (glah-glah, boom)
I can't beef with that boy, he a bum (on bro)
[?] gettin' daddy off rum
Bitch, [?] man, these niggas my sons
[?] opp' and watch that nigga run
I really go dummy, nigga, got a thottie
I'm all in her tummy, nigga, all of my opp' are just broke (broke)
Bummy niggas, call me prejudice
I do not fuck with niggas like wassup with niggas? (on bro)
I want money, nigga, you fuck with niggas?
Done with niggas
Oh, he say he don't fuck with niggas
I can't wait 'til I run into a couple niggas (glah-glah, glah-glah)
Glahh
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