
Shoot Outs Out The Lamb Peezy
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[Intro]
I don't know, man, you know?
Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid, high as fuck
Do not pull up on the side of me, don't run up on me when I'm in public, nigga
[Chorus]
I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah
[Verse 1]
Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office
Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target
Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home rеgardless
I don't want my bitch around this shit, but she with me rеgardless
I ain't got no conscience, bitch with me, she topless
She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi
Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada
Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain't see nada, nigga
Please don't be a menace, boy, do we have a problem?
When that Draco hit, that bitch sound like a rocket launcher
I got all these watches, but I still can't find an hour
To have a conversation if it ain't about no dollars, nigga
I don't know, man, you know?
Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid, high as fuck
Do not pull up on the side of me, don't run up on me when I'm in public, nigga
[Chorus]
I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot, yeah
Say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah
[Verse 1]
Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper pullin' out the office
Wham, bam, hangin' out that window, locked in on his target
Shootouts out the Lam' truck, we gon' make it home rеgardless
I don't want my bitch around this shit, but she with me rеgardless
I ain't got no conscience, bitch with me, she topless
She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi
Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada
Prada shades dark, police ask, I ain't see nada, nigga
Please don't be a menace, boy, do we have a problem?
When that Draco hit, that bitch sound like a rocket launcher
I got all these watches, but I still can't find an hour
To have a conversation if it ain't about no dollars, nigga
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