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Jim Jones - Gunshot Lyrics
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[ Featuring Hitmaka, Beam ]

One, one (sturdy), one (uh), one (Hitmaka)
One (uh), one, one (uh, Capo)

Soon as we step out (uh)
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Uh, Capo

Rudeboy, might lick a shot pon 'em (bloodclaat)
Run up in the dealer, I might get the drop on 'em (give me that)
Niggas gettin' killed once we get the drop on 'em (grrt)
Catch him in the whip, you know he got the chop' on him (uh)
I be jumpin' out the roof like that nigga Birdie (woo)
Catch me sittin' in the coupe with that big .30 (shotty)
I just got the car washed, but that shit is dirty (filthy)
Motherf*cker, we ain't scared, all my niggas sturdy (what's up?)
Lil' bitch, I got two hundred on my neck now (facts)
And they can trip or we can trip and take a jet down (ooh)
God body in wide bodies with big watches
Got young niggas, them dumb niggas got big choppas, uh (grrt)

Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)

Everybody got a gun, motherf*cker, you gon' shoot it? (Fire it)
Cops pull a chase then you know we gonna loot it (skrrt)
Sure we undisputed, boy, we do it like champions
I'm talking heavyweight, we used to do it in the Hampton Inn (facts)
I'm finna do it big, where Diddy at? (Where Diddy at?)
Throw some ice in the sky, bring Biggie back (ah)
I'm all Aces in the club like Pitty Pat (where Hov at?)
And, yeah, we pushing P, we make the bity brack (what's up, Blood?)
Copping all my jewels then a Mazza (facts)
I be rocking all my jewels in the Gaza (bloodclaat)
You know I'm good with all the killers and the shottas dem
So tell 'em be cool 'fore I throw somethin' hot at them (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
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One, one (sturdy), one (uh), one (Hitmaka)
One (uh), one, one (uh, Capo)

Soon as we step out (uh)
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Uh, Capo

Rudeboy, might lick a shot pon 'em (bloodclaat)
Run up in the dealer, I might get the drop on 'em (give me that)
Niggas gettin' killed once we get the drop on 'em (grrt)
Catch him in the whip, you know he got the chop' on him (uh)
I be jumpin' out the roof like that nigga Birdie (woo)
Catch me sittin' in the coupe with that big .30 (shotty)
I just got the car washed, but that shit is dirty (filthy)
Motherf*cker, we ain't scared, all my niggas sturdy (what's up?)
Lil' bitch, I got two hundred on my neck now (facts)
And they can trip or we can trip and take a jet down (ooh)
God body in wide bodies with big watches
Got young niggas, them dumb niggas got big choppas, uh (grrt)

Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)

Everybody got a gun, motherf*cker, you gon' shoot it? (Fire it)
Cops pull a chase then you know we gonna loot it (skrrt)
Sure we undisputed, boy, we do it like champions
I'm talking heavyweight, we used to do it in the Hampton Inn (facts)
I'm finna do it big, where Diddy at? (Where Diddy at?)
Throw some ice in the sky, bring Biggie back (ah)
I'm all Aces in the club like Pitty Pat (where Hov at?)
And, yeah, we pushing P, we make the bity brack (what's up, Blood?)
Copping all my jewels then a Mazza (facts)
I be rocking all my jewels in the Gaza (bloodclaat)
You know I'm good with all the killers and the shottas dem
So tell 'em be cool 'fore I throw somethin' hot at them (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
Soon as we step out
Dem check out
Find wah dem deh 'bout
Gunshot
(Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup)
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Writer: Andrae Sutherland, Christian Ward, Joseph Jones, Robert Watson, Tyshane Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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