XXXTENTACION - WHO SHOOT YA

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Rest in peace
I'm 'bout to body a nigga
Illuminati a nigga
Uh, what
Okay

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Fucking monster with a TEC, boy, I aim for your neck (Yea-)
Had your brother' mother wet, 'cause she know I'm the best, I'm sick (Y'all feel like that?)
Rap so sinister, murder your local minister (Y'all feel like that?)
Lyrics bitter as vinegar, spittin' in your perimeter
Heard you straight as a cylinder, so I can't fucks wit' you
All my niggas is gang bangers and ditch diggers
Heard we was bumpin', so you had to bring your clique with ya'
So you know I had to put a bullet in 'bout six niggas (Yeah)
Fuck niggas, they running their triathlon
Catch me gettin' sloppy wit' a bitch that look like Asher Roth (Yeah)
And I ain't playin' games like zombies, bitch, I'm getting trains
Runnin' trains and bitches killing snitches in an aeroplane
And I'm a menace, see more mouths than a dentist
I'm killing till I'm replenished, you niggas don't know the half of it
Half-ass rappers talking shit, check the time
Turn around and see my nigga's wit' me totin' .49's
And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' shit
I hate the bitch and have my other wife who playing wit' my dick (Y'all feel like that?)
Swallow spitting, she swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
Said this since beginning, I'm just beginning, intend on winning
[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]
Yo, hahahaha

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I'm fuckin' icy, where my cool pack?
Give me a Kool-Aid, and 'bout eight racks
I could body any nigga on a eight-track
Maybe 'bout eight-mile, fuck your style, nigga
I'ma be wildin', I'ma be stylin'
'Til a motherfucker die in a ground, eight feet under
Swear to God, I'll be hot as thunder
Motherfucker, I'm the shit, triple six
Fuck a bitch, I'm the shit, never that
Never rat, body bag, rag, hmm, that
Bag, hmm, haha, back again
Get a brown bag for my niggas in a brown Jag, fuck that
Lu- Lucifer
Where the Ruger that'll blow right through you?
Swear to God, I'm the shit, triple six, fuck your bitch
Black Benz in the pen, fuck your paper, elevator
Tell the waiter, I'll be elevated
Motherfucker so high that I can touch the sky
I'm in outer space and my house be vacant
I'll be trappin' so the homies can make it
And I do it so the homies keep takin'
'Cause the streets ain't nothing easy, be on your grinder
Poked him in his eye and I gave that boy a shiner
But it's simple, the nigga say you know it all, pop an Adderall
Chilling, 'til I'm dead, nigga
Fuck your head nigga
Youngblood, triple six

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