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Shootout Scene Video (MV)






Q572 - Shootout Scene Lyrics
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Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Pre rolled
Good drank
Hibernate
A full day
Just on my shit again
No time to make amends
No need for these confessions
I fully understand
Cause I ain't a man of god
Just a devil fearing man
Who feels the need to make the heat
You all so demand
If we talking bars or beats
Who's the hottest out the lake?
It's the masterminds
With Q5
Vincent Matt & T.y
Yeah we on again
Hear us for the 7th time
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry hurry up
Take your life
Don't make it up
This shoot out scene
Is killing us
Divide and conquer
Multiply
Until you find
What's deep inside
Just don't f*cking hide
Please hurry through time
Cause it's a thin line
Between the right and wrong
They preach
No need for acceptance
F*ck your defeat
I made my name
I have no shame
And through the sun
I don't need shade
Just a curve ball to interpret
Work a bit get paid
That final check so sweet
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
I'm on the run
No backing out
This just the case
Just word of mouth
Can strike me down
As I stand
F*ck these flights
And your plans
The milk ain't sour
Just a little tart
The grass ain't greener
You just elevated to Mars
But where's a cult when you need them?
Shoot me up with punch
Please fill up my styrofoam cup
Thought I saw an elephant cruising by
Excuse you sir
I'm f*cking high
Just need to escape these shots
Hurry up hurry up
Hurry
Hurry
Hurry up bitch
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
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Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Pre rolled
Good drank
Hibernate
A full day
Just on my shit again
No time to make amends
No need for these confessions
I fully understand
Cause I ain't a man of god
Just a devil fearing man
Who feels the need to make the heat
You all so demand
If we talking bars or beats
Who's the hottest out the lake?
It's the masterminds
With Q5
Vincent Matt & T.y
Yeah we on again
Hear us for the 7th time
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry hurry up
Take your life
Don't make it up
This shoot out scene
Is killing us
Divide and conquer
Multiply
Until you find
What's deep inside
Just don't f*cking hide
Please hurry through time
Cause it's a thin line
Between the right and wrong
They preach
No need for acceptance
F*ck your defeat
I made my name
I have no shame
And through the sun
I don't need shade
Just a curve ball to interpret
Work a bit get paid
That final check so sweet
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
I'm on the run
No backing out
This just the case
Just word of mouth
Can strike me down
As I stand
F*ck these flights
And your plans
The milk ain't sour
Just a little tart
The grass ain't greener
You just elevated to Mars
But where's a cult when you need them?
Shoot me up with punch
Please fill up my styrofoam cup
Thought I saw an elephant cruising by
Excuse you sir
I'm f*cking high
Just need to escape these shots
Hurry up hurry up
Hurry
Hurry
Hurry up bitch
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
Hurry up
Hurry up
Your getting shot at
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Writer: Matt Giordano, Tyler Gildersleeve, Vincent Gallo
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