We Shot Ya (Explicit) - Tony Touch/Conway the Machine/BENNY THE BUTCHER
Lyrics by：James Todd Smith/Jean Claude Olivier/James Brown/Lyn Collins/Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price
Composed by：James Todd Smith/Jean Claude Olivier/James Brown/Lyn Collins/Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price
Produced by：Tony Touch
Yeah Brrt
We back nigga
Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Applying pressure
The Butcher comin' nigga
On you **** niggas
I'm gonna smack one of you
Niggas with the back of this forty
Knock the whole bottom row out nigga
Look I'm havin' a mean run
And it feel amazing
Five hundred racks in the safe
But still I'm saving
In the booth that's
When I'm feeling dangerous
Malice in my heart
I'm feeling heinous
I grip the stainless
I hit his minutes **** it cave in
Rearrange him
Feel the culture shifting
And changing since I came in
Uh cook the oodles
Of noodle chicken ramen
Wash out the pot then use
It again to whip the 'caine in
Ah big-a*s MAC on me
The clip is hangin'
Shoot up your block
'Cause I don't respond to diss songs
You niggas nameless
I got shooters on the payroll ******
Draco buster
I grew around the yayo hustlers
Griselda **** *****
Niggas know we ain't no suckers
Niggas can say what they want
But they ain't gon' touch us
We gunnin' **** down
They know of us
We givin' hospital trips
Leg broke crutches
Niggas hate they broke *******
I went to my jeweler
And spent a fifty
Cash
I did it 'cause niggas
Thought they was richer than me
Niggas never did nothin'
That really benefit me
Not at all
Somehow I still got more
Money than them significantly
Bentayga in the rain
When I whip the Bentley
Might let you hold an
Umbrella for me like Mr Bentley
Uh the Rollie bust it was forty plus
Talk to 'em
Machine *****
And Tony Touch **** it's only us
Who want what with me
I'm in need of the company
Enough sticks to stash one
In every room at the DoubleTree
I'm wherever the crack cook
Tana to Flatbush
Lose to bums how that look
My brain like a MacBook
Ain't nothin' 'bout these chains
On me special I'm used to wearin' 'em
All of my niggas got pizzas
Y'all used to sharin' 'em
Hmm niggas quick to switch
The hate be real
When you go from flippin' sixty-twos
To an eighty-twenty label deal
Will I ever know how a halo feel
Maybe not I take the pot
Stack mines tall as Jermaine O'Neal
With Louis on
I feel like BIG with Coogi on
Toolie on 'cause I got three bricks
Worth of jewelry on
She give me top while the movie on
We hood movie stars
Stamped from Elmira to juvie hall
I might be the reason you meet God
I thought y'all niggas was gangster
But all that dick-ridin' threw me off
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
