Shot Down - Dj Nytty, Luck

We was jus two birds tryna fly like ratchets/

Dead a cute couple all we needed was caskets/

Use ta keep it jumping like a toddler mattress/

Till them bird brain ducks u fucc wit start yapping/

Like please don’t like, em He’s no item/

Yea I screwed up but nah I ain’t like them/

Yea i dipped in it but nah I ain’t like them/

Can’t have u on god i won’t wife them/

Learn from mistakes, then try to right em/

But u not perfect, this ain’t one sided/

Here i go being a ass again

U need a aspirin /

Ta deal wit all my shyt/

Fake news, real lies, and all my chicks/

I ain’t mean ta hurt u tho, i was jus lit/

Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/

Cuz dead ass, u my bytch, on sum real shyt/

Hook x2

Shoota shoota done shot me down/

Please tell me what im gon do now/

Yea shorty let that thing go pop/

So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/

Verse-Luck

I think about u sometimes at night/

I met the right girl at the wrong time in life/

Im on my own now, had ta say twos to a real one/

But late nights with Mary and Henny make me feel numb/

Got a couple joints around but I don’t feel them/

Cuz they ain’t put in work like you, when the bills come/

Radio on just tryna relax

It got me…/

Missin a ex…

Like a relapse and i be…/

On my grind

To keep my mind/

Off ya shine

And thats no lie/

U on ya glow up

Too bad we took separate paths i had ta grow up/

You needed me in the past and i ain’t show up/

But thats all changed like a broken bill/

And i pray that ya heart not broken still/

Give me another bullet promise won’t miss/

Cuz dead ass, you my bytch, on sum real shyt/

Bridge-Rosinhim

I don’t wanna be a playa no mo

But damn bytch that’s my shyt/

Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick

She gone with jus a flick of the wist

And you won’t be missed (like yea…)/

I don’t wanna be a playa no mo

(Im not a playa i jus fucc a a lot)/

Im sick of the fits, im done wit this chick

She gone with jus a flick of the wist

And you won’t be missed (like yea)/

Verse- Pdot xcabar

No doubt about it she a bad bytch/

And we both gettin money she make me feel like im rich/

She gon ride thru the struggle

Yea she ain’t never gone switch/

Now i wanna come back home

Be like lilo and stitch/

But no matter what we go thru

Ima fix it like a puzzle/

Even if i gotta hold you

And tell you how much i love you/ (Huh)

Baby im jus tryna hustle

And pursue my dreams/

I kno shyt ain’t really what it seems

Just believe in me please/

Hook x2

Shoota shoota done shot me down/

Please tell me what im gon do now/

Yea shorty let that thing go pop/

So I’m lookin for my baby like im lookin for a op now/

Outro- Roseinhim

I got the bag/

I got the bread in the bag/

I got the broad in da bag/

That in the bag /

Got all da bucks n da bag/

Hop out the trap on a track/

Rap on the track ryte now

Little bootie on deck

Im fuccin yo joint/

Got eleven thirty minutes

Till the flight leave The morning

And got danm shorty im drunk/

(Laughs) just fuccin with it, Alright stop it