Squiint - Shots Lyrics

They sending they shots
And we send em right back
We stay and attack

We aint worried bout you
Aint got nothing to do
Noting to prove

I got homies
That's locked up
With nothing to lose
We talking bout you

We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe
We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe

They sending they shots
And we send em right back
We stay and attack

We aint worried bout you
Aint got nothing to do
Noting to prove

I got homies
That's locked up
With nothing to lose
We talking bout you

We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe
We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe

I got homies trapped in cells
I got homies down in hell
I got homies I can't talk about
I've left homies by themselves

Let's keep it a 100
Im talking not fronting
I'm plotting
Im thinking
Im scheming bout something
Im worried bout money
You not in between
I'm thinking bout 100's
Not 2015

You stuck in the past
And yo money don't show up
You swiping yo card
And the teller said hol up
You missing some funds
So you fled out the scene
You pointing yo glock
Like you equipped a beam

Im running
Im running
Im running the city
Aint no one around me
To tell me to stop it

A hunnid
A hunnid
A hunnid
On titties
She looks at the sky
Cuz we flew in a rocket
She fall in love
Fall in love
Fall in love
With me
I dont ask the price
I just re up deposits
Aint wanna say it
But my momma was right
She dont love me
She in love w the price

I got homies trapped in cells
I got homies down in hell
I got homies I can't talk about
I've left homies by themselves

They sending they shots
And we send em right back
We stay and attack

We aint worried bout you
Aint got nothing to do
Noting to prove

I got homies
That's locked up
With nothing to lose
We talking bout you

We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe
We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe

They sending they shots
And we send em right back
We stay and attack

We aint worried bout you
Aint got nothing to do
Noting to prove

I got homies
That's locked up
With nothing to lose
We talking bout you

We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe
We hop off the curb
And we skirt in da coupe