Shoot
 作词 : Darrel Jackson/Herbert Randall Wright III/Trevon Gardner
 作曲 : Darrel Jackson/Herbert Randall Wright III/Trevon Gardner
 I'm in Miami in the coupe, man, I think I lost the roof
 See my opps, throw me a oop
 Matter of fact, you see 'em, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see my opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see the opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, pussy, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, come on
 Aye, they outside, you know what to do
 Back seat, hop out, in the street, pick a group
 **** hoes, post tweets, say he seen me, what he do?
 So I must ain't see you, you see me? ****, shoot
 Eyes bloody, I see red, know **** that bang blue
 Ma said, "Baby, they be shootin' outside"
 Ma, I be shootin' shit up too
 Drop the top on the coupe outside, waitin' on a **** **** to lose
 I heard Herbo ain't that ****, waitin' on a **** **** to prove it
 Wide awake, we caught 'em snoozin', like N.W.A. we ruthless
 Know my opps feelin' hopeless, grab the 'Lac and bulletproofed it
 Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, pussy, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 I'm in Miami in the coupe, man, I think I lost the roof
 See my opps, throw me a oop
 Matter of fact, you see 'em, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see my opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see the opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, pussy, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 If you see me, you better shoot
 What you think I'ma do if I see you? If I see you, ICU, huh?
 **** be sendin' death threats, but they know I'm a killer too
 These **** ain't tryna beef, they tryna sue
 In my city, I'm known to kill the who's who of who's who
 I up my blick with a smirk, they gon' run when we shoot
 Pull up, fa-fa-fa, whip bangin', who want smoke?
 How you 'posed to beef with me and you a ho, huh?
 I'm out here ridin' with a MAC-10, I'm tryna get 'em smacked, twin
 Hit a **** in his head, then pull up to the 'Raq, twin
 All my blickys got a switchy, I don't never lack, twin
 Dawg, he said he wanted smoke and got smoked, man, what happened?
 I'm in Miami in the coupe, man, I think I lost the roof
 See my opps, throw me a oop
 Matter of fact, you see 'em, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see my opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
 You see the opps, you better shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, pussy, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, come on