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Cyraq – I’m Finna Shoot You (Remix) Lyrics

I’m Finna Shoot You (Remix) By Cyraq

Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Oh, man, okay, alright, um
Boom, boom, boom
Look at him, he runnin’, he pussy
Nigga high as a bitch, no cap, know what I’m sayin’?
Niggas die every day (RaeSam on the beat)
We slidin’ on opps
Niggas scared, niggas pussy
Know what I’m sayin’? (Pussy)

He chicken like soup, niggas know what I do
If the opps pull up, then you know what to do
Glock with a dick and the nigga swoop
So it bust in his face every time that I shoot
Glock on my hip make him dip like tenders in ketchup
Boy tried to walk with his chest up
Gave him and 8 shots and they told him to rest up
If you in the car with my hoe it’s a set up

Damn, you ugly, I’m finna shoot you
These bullets connect like Bluetooth
Glock 26 give him face like oovoo
Heard a nigga said what he gon’ shoot who
I know I’m janky you thought I was cool
It’s only the shoots allowed in this room
So many sticks don’t know what too choose
I feel like go yayo ’cause I got the boom

I’ma get rich and still shoot niggas
No, we ain’t nun like you industry niggas
R.I.P. bullets get into you niggas
You reach for my chain that’s the end of you nigga
This ain’t nun new I been fuckin’ hoes
Pull out that bag and we uppin’ the polls
Look at the score niggas know how I go
We like poppin’ niggas it never gets old
Reach for my gun you gotta be bold
Let me see yo’ gun and I’m keepin’ that hoe
Reach for it back you gon’ bleed in this hoe
Martin Luther King gon’ dream in this hoe
Fuck all da scopes, we got beams in this hoe
We play with the sticks smokin’ weed in this hoes
She eat me up with no teeth in this hoe
And she gotta get out she can’t sleep in this hoe
Nigga act dumb if he skip on my blunt
I’ma shoot this hoe up and run in with a pump
Fruity ass nigga u finna get punched
You know I be steppin’ u finna get stumped
Catch he be dissin’ we doin’ him dirty
Slide on thanks givin’ turn him to a turkey
Red bandanna it’s wrapped on the 30
I just want the top quit sayin’ don’t hurt me
I might go cop me a bitch like a while back I shot me a bitch
Boy, you a opp and a cop and a bitch
You run in this spot and get shot in this bitch
Thought he was onnat ’cause he kinda buff
Eric start shoot you not so tuff
Me and KD we pop out the cut
You know how I get if he say that it’s up

Brodie, you thinkin’ it’s sweet ’cause I be in the view
Askin’ ’bout me, I been in the field
Off the team when it start gettin’ real
Copped me a Fazer on my first drill
Shoot your two hands, they know I got skill
Shot in the clip, two opps got spilled
Shot in the hand, I ain’t like how I feel
Chop off the gate, now my shit seal
I’m ready for cop, bad war
Call ’em [?], red score
Hundred shots, we got more
Hold in this face, uh, sore
Lean, two killers, it’s finna get bad
And now that I die, I can just laugh
We all in the party, well, I’m finna spazz
I’m finna crash, shootin’ that crap

Damn, you ugly, I’m finna shoot you
These bullets connect like Bluetooth
Glock 26 give him face like oovoo
Heard a nigga said what he gon’ shoot who
I know I’m janky you thought I was cool
It’s only the shoots allowed in this room
So many sticks don’t know what too choose
I feel like go yayo ’cause I got the boom