Troy Ave - Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

feat. BSB

As we proceed, to give you what you need

Troy ave motherfucker, bsb motherfucker

As we proceed, to give you what you need

New york city motherfucker, every phantom motherfuckers

I shot ya, slip up your neck with the chopper

Make it hard to sleep in block dale bleach

I’m nigga, shots will have you droppin to your feet

It’s beef, all my niggas delly with the heat

Thou shall not fuck with blockas, he’ll drop you

Run upon me the wrong way and I pop you

Old school, new school, need to learn this

A burning nigga slow like nigga you earn this

Resorts cut your actions was death like earnless

Hard white, on the road to riches taking large steps

Niggas in my way, get flipped like car wrecks

Niggas know, a brutdal homicide bout to take place

Fucking with that nigga blocka them say

You niggas better chill, you know, stay in your place

Chrome tuck, 9 spray all in your face

Give no warning, just kicking the door

Let you know it’s will when I’m waving the 4

Give me the loot, you ready to die

See the fear in his eyes, got him hypnotized

He want one more change then I back up the 9

Bsb gang nigga, wassup troy

Fuck niggas, get money and fuck hoes

Bricks hat, hard denimm open fur

Fuck peter, nah, not my nigga rosenberg

Murder with a finger snap, like spoke the word

And I’ll be at the cool table with my nigga nerd

On entice like you heard that new

Low key I was that nigga, oh you heard that too

Man I’m not you just fuck with me

You know I’m purer than the aqua fina

Keep them hoes on they toes like the balerina

It’s the murder team, who want beef with that

It be a murder scene, wherever niggas see you at

And I don’t speak, I just creep like I’m supposed to

On the sideline with that heat, eric spostra

Pop the fuck up on these niggas, no toasters

Recline em in the back of the seat, no sofa nigga

Who shot ya

Dead men tell no tales,

Yellow tape, white cups, body and slug shells

Everyday life in the hood, it’s unknown

Another nigga deceased before you get to morning

Noony night, I’m on the bullshit

Shit pop off, I put niggas under the pool pit

Go, tell it on the mountain

But tell it to police and you meet with a full clip

Half galon of henny, 5 cent cuffs,

11 thousand dollar bank dice game, what motherfucker

While I kick on my leisure,

Free time, free my nigga rhyme, streets need ya

Rip chris wallace and riley, I see you

Boy doing his thang, I’m going to ibiza

Still on my geeda, base running fever

Hottest nigga in the street, neck full of freeze

I’m getting money, but if y’all need in pay me

A blocka how you hanging out the window like aces

Cold hearted boy, full limp..

Got fish scale, weighting wares out, ahoy

Ahoy maties, captain of the ship.