ELECTION DAY - Shoota

Gang, know how I’m rocking, nigga

Aye, aye

Don’t buy no Prada for your bitch, I got her Jordan shoes

I tell the opps no point in ducking, I was born to shoot

Do this shit so much I got less to get and more to lose

I got her Henny while I’m off that 1942 (That Henny!)

Big checks on a nigga neck, ‘fore a nigga die, gotta stack a million

DBD what a nigga rep, went OT now I’m back to kill it

Big talk with these niggas, but I’m sending big shots like Chauncey Billups

Pussy nigga popping Molly’s but I got them Mali’s with me like Captain Phillips

That boy an easy lick, he ain’t on none he ain’t squeezing shit

Don dada, ima take your shordy, if she came with you, I’m who she leaving with

Bitch I’m that nigga, he a gravedigger, you a pussy boy you a lame nigga

You don’t pop shit but them pills, junkie, you gone overdose on them painkillers

Sauce it up like M3, nigga head tap leave his brain missing

Put him in the dirt, tryna sell some merch, put him on a shirt, get his face

printed

Can’t fuck with the crew, put a nigga on the news, now all them niggas get to

page flipping

Love me now 'fore they all do, ain’t the type of nigga to be lane switching

Rob a nigga for Balenciaga’s, I don’t need them nigga I need Raf Simons

And he talking hot on the net, see that nigga out in public and he act different

I can’t wait to catch that nigga lacking, Shoota gang already got the straps

hidden

We be plotting on this nigga dome, yeah Ima split him when this tracks finished

I say what I mean, he end up dead if he play with the team

Finna OD, nigga Baby a fiend, I shoot a clip like I’m making a scene

When the day come, then it’s redrum, and that nigga gone pray it’s a dream

Niggas is scared, say my name and it’s beef, never outside, he don’t stay in

these streets

Bitch it’s Election Day, I’m sending shots like the NBA

Do me dirty, take his head away, I be screaming free 10K, yeah

My gang still under investigation, send the addy, we come, no hesitation

Send the addy, we come to your destination, and we leaving you slumped,

nigga heavens waiting

Hollow tips no politics, in the trap house I’m the president, they be searching

through a nigga prints but a nigga never leave no evidence

Hit you and you’ll prolly snitch, that pussy shit I don’t recommend,

so if I hit you, that’s a murder charge and you know big Shoota catching it

DBD in the field, might change the name to MLB, niggas hit that bitch one time

and they leaving it with STDs

Gang be killing ya, that sound familiar?

I don’t answer questions, tell the police it ain’t no trivia

Them niggas saying fuck the police when their song is playing

But then they getting taxed and then they start cooperating

I’m scorching I’m on fire, I’m performing in designer

When them goons say run your shit, you an informant with a wire

If we put a rack on you, that’s just a warning nigga, them niggas think I’m

killing Baby, no abortion nigga

It’s getting gory, bitch I’m in the house like Corey

I’m sorry, bitch I’m your daddy, don’t believe me go to Maury

Shoot like Robert Horry

Turn these niggas to angels and watch them fly away

We turn these niggas to angels and watch them fly away

He feel like YoungBoy when he scared, won’t go outside today

I got them killers on my side like who gone die today?