We Uh Shoot Lyrics by Polo G (feat. Lil Durk)
We got the guns, we’ll shoot
No, I ain’t worried ’bout what he’ll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad ***
I might need me like three or two
I pop the pill, it’s ready to drop, lil’ bro wanna ***, he ready for opps
Aimin’ with skills, spaghetti his top, how you a stepper? You steady gettin’ shot
We sellin’ rocks and blows, I got control, start trappin’ and married the block
Before we was rockin’ shows, was cockin’ poles, in the cut with the heaviest Glock
This *** No Auto, but I *** with Polo, but I cannot charge him ’cause he one of mine (Go)
I had a Drac’ that shoot like one of my switches, they comin’ out two at a time (Man, what?)
They don’t got homes for us, they knock on the door like Jehovah Witness, this not a surprise
Dead opps, got YouTube’s funniest moments, I do like ’em better alive
Better believe, just don’t believe the memes, they judgin’ me off my eyes
Better believe, the feds gon’ use them Clubhouse clips all in your trial
I know you a killer from back in the day, but you ain’t catch one in a while
I’m so player, told ’em don’t backdoor you whenever your family around
They’ll FaceTime you just to verify, they be killin’ niggas for that bag (Come here)
I say certain *** around certain niggas ’cause I know you gon’ go back and say it (Come here)
I know you would tell on me, you would tell everything your daddy did to your mama
I know a real killer sip promethazine, live a few blocks from Obama (Frrt)
So you a bear? Just imagine what a ten millimeter’ll do to a goat
You know I’m a street *** ’cause one of my old managers was sellin’ ***
And I learned from the robbers, ***, it’s summertime, why you got on a coat?
And he a cool ***, I seen what happened to PnB, ***, the GOAT, yeah
We got the guns, we’ll shoot
No, I ain’t worried ’bout what he’ll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad ***
I might need me like three or two
Gone off a Perc’, how the murderers sleep at night, tell me turn up the streets, I might
My killer told me been steppin’ on *** for so long that it startin’ to increase my height
Creepin’ down they block, you won’t see no lights, Glock go bah, I need your life
Hop out and get ’em, we scream, “Go twice,” lil’ Chrome sippin’ on lean, no ice, uh
Ran up them M&M’s and I hang with nothin’ but some millionaires and some murderers
Catch him, we killin’ him, you just in the way, *** ***, we ain’t never heard of ya
I might boot up off a pill when I’m turnin’ up, ***, you *** with the opps, you ain’t hurtin’ us
Try to rob me, I’m catchin’ a *** one, bullets hot like Usher, he burnin’ up
We got the guns, we’ll shoot
No, I ain’t worried ’bout what he’ll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad ***
I might need me like three or two
