CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Who Shot Ya
Who shot ya?
Separate —lete my n***a, uh
Hopsin, uh
Who shot ya?
Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot)
Ay Porter, you still on them beats? Yup (yup)
If you and I contact or we make a plan and shakin' hand with eye contact, that's a signed contract
I'm a fly guy but I define combat
I'm a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by (Rep!)
Exotic verse, n***a this for fine wombat
Exotic fools, n***a this is fried Bombcat
I'm a boss, a top five rap
I'm not five for any top five who flatten a top five flat, that's a loss (Huh)
I'm ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol
The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles
I've been to Hell and back, Hell and back, roller coaster cycles
The holy ghost [?]
You know when it supposed to like the poltergeist
I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral
I told ya, I'm goin' value, dumber than a lower IQ
The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle
You show more vital signs of no survival, now you gotta call my rivals
So f**k what you wrote n***a, I wrote the Bible
I put your soul in a open bottle and close the nozzle
My Glock plastic, I don't recycle
Who shot ya?
Separate —lete my n***a, uh
Hopsin, uh
Who shot ya?
Thundering, boom (Doot, doot, doot)
Ay Porter, you still on them beats? Yup (yup)
If you and I contact or we make a plan and shakin' hand with eye contact, that's a signed contract
I'm a fly guy but I define combat
I'm a wise guy, I rob by strap, do a drive by (Rep!)
Exotic verse, n***a this for fine wombat
Exotic fools, n***a this is fried Bombcat
I'm a boss, a top five rap
I'm not five for any top five who flatten a top five flat, that's a loss (Huh)
I'm ghetto Gs, this your Holy idol
The Holy Disciples loaded with loaded rifles
I've been to Hell and back, Hell and back, roller coaster cycles
The holy ghost [?]
You know when it supposed to like the poltergeist
I blow the hallow, I blow, it is going viral
I told ya, I'm goin' value, dumber than a lower IQ
The soul of Michael Myers is my solar cycle
You show more vital signs of no survival, now you gotta call my rivals
So f**k what you wrote n***a, I wrote the Bible
I put your soul in a open bottle and close the nozzle
My Glock plastic, I don't recycle
Who shot ya?
