Shoot It Off (Explicit)

Shoot It Off (Explicit) - Polo G

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett

Produced by：Clemsybeats/Jahk/1204/Ayo

These shorties be lost for a name

Slidin'

It's always funny 'til you get caught

Raised up in that gang climate

He might never improve his thoughts

Tryna deal with fame grindin'

Payin' for these funeral costs

If we got the right to remain silent

Why the **** did he choose to talk?

That ain't what you was taught

You know you never say

What you didn't saw

My lawyer paid whenever them cases

Do get fought he ain't gon' say it

So his body language what I'm movin' off

I don't know who would 'cross

Shots from this Glock 22 get tossed

***** we can shoot it off

He ain't get a chance to duck

He'd still be alive if his head was up

Don't 'cross

That line playin' on our side

'Cause that **** dead with us

Opps just put on acts

Like they ain't scared of us

Left with his pants down

We said don't lack

That's what they embarrassed for

My J got our stand stuck

Bugs Bunny my carats up

Somewhere ****in' a pair of sluts

Make them lil' hoes share a nut

Lil' bro left **** aired from cuts

Show no sympathy

Let him get spared for what?

Think my heart might need a repair

It's numb 'cause I can't care enough

Check his temperature for all that woofin'

Lay back we give out whoopings

We got buttons for real

Please don't push it

Quick to leave scouts cookin'

They ain't never gave **** to me

I took it

I used to dream

They insecurities made me think

I shouldn't

Hard to escape

'Cause they at the bottom pullin'

Duckin' cases tryna dodge bullets

I kept spendin' time in county bookings

Then I made it

Don't know why they thought he wouldn't

You can't change how God put it

Like the warriors

That's how my squad lookin'

These shorties be lost for a name

Slidin'

It's always funny 'til you get caught

Raised up in that gang climate

He might never improve his thoughts

Tryna deal with fame grindin'

Payin' for these funeral costs

If we got the right to remain silent

Why the **** did he choose to talk?

That ain't what you was taught

You know you never say

What you didn't saw

My lawyer paid whenever them cases

Do get fought he ain't gon' say it

So his body language

What I'm movin' off

I don't know who would 'cross

Shots from this Glock 22 get tossed

***** we can shoot it off