Correction Lyrics Shots Fired by YRN Murk

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You dig?
I stack this sh*t out every day
You know this sh*t be f**kin', come on
(And I got the Yayo)
Yeah

Shots fired every day (Shots fired), I heard lil' buddy died (Lil' buddy down)
I hit the lick for a tip (Hit the lick, yeah), split with all my guys (Yeah, with all my bros, yeah)
I'm doin' donuts in the parkin' lot, burnin' tires (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
And if you reachin' for my chain (What else?), you know that's homicide (Baow, baow)

Yeah, I'm tryna capitalize (Capitalize)
Gangster put you in the sky (Put in you in, phew)
So many shots goin' off (Huh?), this sound like Fourth of July (Fourth of July)
Smokin' cookie, goddamn, I'm high (Goddamn)
Pullin' her hair while I hit from behind (Hit from behind)
Chain gang, better stay with your kind (Chain gang)
VIP stacked 'cause I'm skippin' the line (Skippin' the linе, yeah)
I got a forty, you better rеlax (Relax)
Big dope, so you know I'm gon' tax (Big dope)
Maison Margiela, it cover my back (Maison Margiela)
Pull up the AK to make 'em get back (Grrt, bah)
I'm sippin' lean, I don't do the cognac
Sendin' the blitz, yeah, we comin' for sacks (Yeah)
Spent a fifty ball shoppin' at Saks (Fifty ball)
Stay in the cut, you don't know where I'm at (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gettin' bags in (Bags in)
Fly on the road like Aladdin (Aladdin, ha)
Servin' the work 'til they put up they nose (Put up they nose, yeah)
My uncle taught me how to cook on the stove (Whip, whip, yeah)
He is up right, he ain't stick to the code (He ain't stick, yeah)
Nine in the morning, they bringin' the load (Bringin' them pots, yeah)
Cutthroat, so I'm wipin' his nose (Leave it up, yeah)
Solitaire, all my diamonds are froze (Ice, ice, ice)
Shots fired every day (Shots fired), I heard lil' buddy died (Lil' buddy down)
I hit the lick for a tip (Hit the lick, yeah), split with all my guys (Yeah, with all my bros, yeah)
I'm doin' donuts in the parkin' lot, burnin' tires (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
And if you reachin' for my chain (What else?), you know that's homicide (Baow, baow)
Shots fired every day (Shots fired), I heard lil' buddy died (Lil' buddy down)
I hit the lick for a tip (Hit the lick, yeah), split with all my guys (Yeah, with all my bros, yeah)
I'm doin' donuts in the parkin' lot, burnin' tires (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
And if you reachin' for my chain (What else?), you know that's homicide (Baow, baow)

358 Ferrari down the interstate (Ferrari, skrrt-skrrt)
Just a stick and a Glock (Stick, Glock), that be my one and ace (My one and ace)
I gotta pay my lawyer just to fight another case (True, damn, shh)
Bustdown AP (Bustdown), but somehow I'm still late (Ice, ice, ice, ice)
You finna ride in, my bae (My bae, yeah)
You know I see the hate (I see it, yeah)
I dropped a four of lean (Lean), inside some Minute Maid (Ooh)
Gallery paint jeans (Gallery, yeah), I got red beams (Grrt, bah, bah)
I'm gettin' straight to business (Straight to business)
Clubs leave, don't need no witness (No ones)
Know the codeine stuck on my kidneys (They ain't, yeah)
Hundred-round clip look like t**ties (T**ties)
No sympathy for your petty (No symp', nah)
Flight work straight to your city (Gone, shh)
I'm thinkin' you really police (Police, well)
Don't talk, you get the capiche (Shut up, yeah)
My dawgs, they come with the leash (My dawgs, urgh)
Send shots straight throught your teeth (Bah, bah)
You know I'm not statin' beef (I'm not)
I'm focused on money, you n***as still tryna get in (Yeah, damn)
I'm f**kin' with shorty, she go both ways, she bringin' her friend (Bringin' her friend)
We live in a diet (Live in a diet), so either way you gotta go (You gotta go)
Still in the trap and I play with the 'bows (Play with the 'bows)
Showin' love, you ain't tax for the load
Shots fired every day (Shots fired), I heard lil' buddy died (Lil' buddy down)
I hit the lick for a tip (Hit the lick, yeah), split with all my guys (Yeah, with all my bros, yeah)
I'm doin' donuts in the parkin' lot, burnin' tires (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
And if you reachin' for my chain (What else?), you know that's homicide (Baow, baow)
Shots fired every day (Shots fired), I heard lil' buddy died (Lil' buddy down)
I hit the lick for a tip (Hit the lick, yeah), split with all my guys (Yeah, with all my bros, yeah)
I'm doin' donuts in the parkin' lot, burnin' tires (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt)
And if you reachin' for my chain (What else?), you know that's homicide (Baow, baow)

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