Shoot (feat. IamPolar)

Sk3lly, you killed this one
Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and
Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and
Lb made this, hehehe
Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and
Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot
You know I'm gon' shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, back of the whip, tapping your chick, scratch that
Ain't got a Benz, I got a ten, half that
Crying again, I'm winning and he's mad that
I don't take hits, I dodge it then attack back like what
Got a knife but he ain't sharp
Confused like Harry and Marv when I'm ripping these bars
What sets us apart is I'm independent like home alone
Like bandits, you stole
Dissing me but never dissing my flow
It only take one hit and you folding like cash
Like my money I get it and go
Huh, but you want us
Come back like you didn't just run up
Come back like you didn't just jump us
Get a mag and I just
Ooh, don't shoot but I'm taking my shot
If I can Imma grind to the top
Light could be red but you know I won't stop
Even when the beat drops I'm Dash
Lil bro and I'm fast
They call me super that's facts
Yeah cuz they know where I'm at
Mag in the bag when I'm back I'll pull out and
Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot (aye)
Yuh, shoot, they shoot, yuh
Yo, took the time and I brought my pad
Outta line I get that mag
Polar hot and I get that bag
Man I took your bitch and I broke her back
Time is up and I send her back
Fulla me right from my sack
Outta line go get that bat
Man I kill the rhymes and that's a fact
I know I'm crazy and I may be just a little off
Try and play me I turn shady at a little cost
Over seeing all the things like a fucking boss
I'm in the rain felt the pain, nailed to a cross
What you know about giving all
What you know about sacrifice
What you know about losing big
Off the roll of fucking dice
Hell yeah I'm fucking nice
Hell yeah I'm fucking nice
Keep my shit on point, sharp as hell
Like a fucking knife
I'm gonna rip it again
I am a weapon again
She tell me that is a sin
I'm being cocky again
Call me Travis when I'm lit
I'm back to spitting again
Two Ls make a dub, yuh
I had to lose to win
I ain't gon' lose again
Nah, I ain't gon' lose again
Yuh, learning as a youngin' that I had to speak honestly
But then I see people be rapping talkin' 'bout modesty
Come at me, talk crap, start beef, bother me
Rappers like Harry no good, I swear solemnly
Bottle it up and then dip
Working till knees couldn't bend
Working till I couldn't stand
Couldn't hang out with my friends
I had to fight till the end
Fight till my buddy had dipped
Finding a glove that could fit
Now a nobody is Brick
Shoot, shoot, shoot, yuh, shoot
You know I'm gon' shoot, shoot, shoot, aye, shoot