Shoot It Up Video (MV)

This Perc got me floatin', 'bout to you make you (?)
(You global now)
(Ooh, Dilla)
HoodBaby, shoot it up, shoot it up
HoodBaby, shoot it up, shoot it up (woo)

The Rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try it, gon' f*ck up the streets
The water on my neck make you, "Jeesh"
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)
I got that slime disease (okay, let's go)
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cut lil' boy, gotta keep that iron
The bag on value, it look like a dime
F*ck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherf*ckin' time
ZL1 watch it pop out the side
We shoot up the cars, the window, no tires

Send that boy to chuck it, they geeked up 'bout that Wi-Fi (Geeked up 'bout them racks)
They Bruce Lee choppin', they take down a Don Dada (brrt)
Fifty thousand on his head, them a whole lot of dollars
Shank him down myself, I promise I ain't gotta pay a rapper
Bags out, shawty throw that ass, now she tryna come up and cash out (HoodBaby)
Before I hit the club, I tell them folks I need my bag now (respectfully)
8-ball shootin' out the Glock, it's like a cannon (you dig?)
Neck-neck VVS's, baguettes, yeah, they dancin'

The Rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try it, gon' f*ck up the streets
The water on my neck make you, "Jeesh"
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)
I got that slime disease (yeah)
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cut lil' boy, gotta keep that iron (let's go)
The bag on value, it look like a dime
F*ck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherf*ckin' time
ZL1 watch it pop out the side
We shoot up the cars, the window, no tires

Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up
Yeah, we tossin' up on Xans, brought three felons on the tour bus (on Xans)
Lil' bitch, I make her upset when I nut on her face, that's a touch up (yeah)
All hundreds on the left and fifties on the right and I'm doin' my lift ups
My side bitch bag different (side)
My main bitch know that her cash different
.223 sound like some adlibs (ah)
We all got some racks, this the cash year (racks)
Had Bullet go draw on the cashier (yeah)
Came in, hit the safe, hide to stash here (stash)
Free them guys out the chain, the (?)
Mama say I'm a headache, Advil (talk to 'em)
You play on my hood and I load up the Tech 'bout it

The Rollie Febreze
I need a bag, lil' key
A playa don't tell the streets
You try it, gon' f*ck up the streets
The water on my neck make you, "Jeesh"
My chop got somewhere to be (my chop)
Went and took off the top with Lil Keed (the top)
I got that slime disease (okay, let's go)
I'm with some bottom boys, they from outside
I'm a real cut lil' boy, gotta keep that iron
The bag on value, it look like a dime
F*ck my ex, she full of lies
I flex on that bitch every motherf*ckin' time
ZL1 watch it pop out the side
We shoot up the cars, the window, no tires (grrah)