JadaKiss Feat Styles P - Shoot Outs lyrics

rate me

Let's go, feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture

If rap don't work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher

I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll die with ya

Headed O T? Then bring some pies with ya

Buy your man a Lambo and tell him to fly with ya

Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya

I shine, you shine, like Smith and Wesson

You don't wanna feel the ghost

Or the kiss of death and tubs still lift up

So do the sink now, Pablo Escobar shit

Buyin' a clink now, Dead President shit

Robbin' the Brinks now, 100 shot Tommy guns

Hell of a stink now

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war

On the average day we smoke about a quarter

And everything's is bad for a nigga now-a-days

So we drink a lot of water

Talk about you "So rich"

Nigga you "So bitch"

That your parents probably think they got a daughter

Yeah we them boys that bring all the terror

We persevered through all the errors

Lay niggas down with all Barettas

Everything in the bag, chains, watches

All your leathers

So you can act funny with yourselves

I'm in the hood with dope

Sacks is filled twenty after twelve

A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 trays

That remind you of dimes

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war

Hustlers, entrepreneurs

Anything to do with the hood

That's what we responsible for

Battin' you down, knifin' you up

Stompin' your jaw

Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour

And they makin' technology to try and screw niggas

I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga

Y'all dudes with 9 lives got one life left

And controversy sells but it ain't like death

So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him

I ain't sell my soul to the Devil, I bought His from Him

Waitin' on the day they say Jesus is gonna come

So God bless y'all niggas 'cuz I'm sneezing with my gun

Ah-choo, bless you

You ain't D Block or Double R nigga

No doubt I'ma stretch you

I ma shoot you back 10 feet

I ma catch you

Real brutal shit

Make sure I snap your neck too

S L R or the Aston Mar'

Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars

Iced out or wear no ice at all

100 G's on the dice game

Life's a ball

Listen up, if you real get real estate

We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate

And they never had A K's peelin' face

'Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate

Time to skate

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war

J A D A

'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son

Muah, I'm that nigga y'all know that

Do it holiday style

Double R is comin' for war