CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shoot Sideways
Uh, yo
Buck
Uh, yo
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy (Uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I did it my way?
Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (Ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (Go get your gun, n***a)
My lil' shooter like A.I., but he been missin' practice (Rappin')
But he still scorin' on the opps and he still hittin' baskets (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
He with the action, still ridin' with a stick in traffic (Cap)
So if it's smoke, he 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets (Ha)
I came a long way from flippin' on a p*ssy mattress (Ha)
Now I smell the p*ss on them bricks when I rip the plastic (Woo)
I move the powder on the side, it ain't talc*m (Talk to 'em)
Try to slide, you gon' die, you know the outcome (You know what's up, n***a)
Before I even got signed or dropped a album
I was in the trap, Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (Uh-huh)
Diss me, I don't respond, I ain't gon' give you the exposure (Ah)
But the semi in the holster if the enemy approaches (Ah)
Body sh*t every time Alchemist sendin' me a folder
It's a wrap for these rap n***as, literally, it's over, ah (Talk to 'em)
Buck
Uh, yo
Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy (Uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I did it my way?
Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (Ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (Go get your gun, n***a)
My lil' shooter like A.I., but he been missin' practice (Rappin')
But he still scorin' on the opps and he still hittin' baskets (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
He with the action, still ridin' with a stick in traffic (Cap)
So if it's smoke, he 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets (Ha)
I came a long way from flippin' on a p*ssy mattress (Ha)
Now I smell the p*ss on them bricks when I rip the plastic (Woo)
I move the powder on the side, it ain't talc*m (Talk to 'em)
Try to slide, you gon' die, you know the outcome (You know what's up, n***a)
Before I even got signed or dropped a album
I was in the trap, Draco by the blinds like Malcolm (Uh-huh)
Diss me, I don't respond, I ain't gon' give you the exposure (Ah)
But the semi in the holster if the enemy approaches (Ah)
Body sh*t every time Alchemist sendin' me a folder
It's a wrap for these rap n***as, literally, it's over, ah (Talk to 'em)
