Jide-Kun - You THOT! Pt. III: Shoot Ya Shot Lyrics

Hey, Yah

Used to hate my voice
Now I wanna be a rapper
I couldn't graduate
But know I own my masters, masters, masters

Yo Siri
What up yo
What's on my itinerary
Linking up with niggas
Make that Neveruary
Nigga imma Christian, but met an Atheist with a fat ass
Prayed first 'fore I hit it missionary
Am I now a heathen
Remind me of my girl
How she hollering and screaming
But I don't claim her
So know I ain't cheating
This is the life of a Yoruba Demon
Finessing and scheming
And she bringing food I know that you bought
You think I feel bad nigga, You THOT
Couldn't save a hoe with a cape and a coupon
I just cleaned the flow
But you still got your shoes on
Crazy

Used to hate my voice
Now I wanna be a rapper
I couldn't graduate
But know I own my masters, masters, masters

I deliver like a pregnant mom
That works at Papa John's and my water broke
Hurricane wrist, water whip, and the flow is Coke
Add the baking soda and distribute it like Yola
For the green like I'm Yoda never force it tho
They want a proportional
Piece of the pie; this a picnic
Never let a hoe tell me shit: London Tipton
But I got them sweet sixteens nigga
Shit, could damn near be an R. Kelly victim
I heard he like em younger tho
Nigga is you pissed off
I would say, f*ck with the boy
But you'd get off
I can barely live right
But I'm never dead wrong
Look to the sky for the strength I depend
5'11" Trini thing from UConn
Think I'll get through nigga, You THOT
Cause I had bad intentions messing with her from start
How you shoot your shot with a broken heart
F*ck it

Used to hate my voice
Now I wanna be a rapper
I couldn't graduate
But know I own my masters, masters, masters

But they did not want that
Truth number two: that you cannot save these hoes
You can only direct them to Jesus
For he does all the saving
Amen