[Lyric] Not a Shoota (QRunitup)

[Intro]
I don't ever make this shit up
I don't gotta make this shit up (Yozora)
Like, shit we do, shit we live, like
Shit for real, yeah

[Chorus]
He ain't no shooter, nigga
I could tell from his form, he aim for the backboard
I ain't no shoota either
But I'ma give him smoke if that's what he ask for
He ain't spinnin' no blocks
He say he sent shots, but it wasn't at my door
I ain't spinnin' either
But if he talkin' crazy, I'ma come through that backdoor
All my niggas, they got anger issues
So when we slide though, it ain't no joke
All my niggas, they be toatin' pistols
I don't really think you want smoke (Facts)
Snupe, he prolly likе a buck and fifty
But it's heavy weight by the boat
I gotta stay with my nina
If you rеally think this shit a joke
[Verse]
Dare a nigga tempt me (Yeah)
Dare a nigga run up on me, leave a nigga life empty
Hit 'em a ten piece, big dawgs, we hoppin' out Bentleys
Ain't testin' this blick' 'cause I gotta do it
For the love of the gang, I go stupid
And if he talk out his mouth, I remove him
Yeah, whatever, nigga, niggas be hoes and rats
I swear on god, it get never better
Niggas be soft with straps, I stay ten toes in any weather
'Cause I really do this, I stay with 'em, uh
I stay wit' them shooters
That 30 come trough like a broomstick, yeah
Once he hit that block, then he out of luck
That nigga ain't gang, he ain't one of us
I swear, ain't no love like brothers love, shit
He don't aim when he shoot, he just light it up
We been trappin' for years, now we comin' up
I swear on my life, I ain't givin' up, shit, shit
I move like a demon through the night
Pistol tuck, yeah, I gotta keep it tight
Brodie get the left, I get the right, yeah
You dumb if you think we gonna fight
Yeah, I keep a strap up like a dyke
I swear on god, I take ya' life, yeah
Before you leave your house, boy, say your prayers
Young careless nigga, boy ain't got no fears
Niggas put a price up for ya' life
Brodie got the Glock, I got the knife
Now you disrespect, you lose ya' life, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
He ain't no shooter, nigga
I could tell from his form, he aim for the backboard
I ain't no shoota either
But I'ma give him smoke if that's what he ask for
He ain't spinnin' no blocks
He say he sent shots, but it wasn't at my door
I ain't spinnin' either
But if he talkin' crazy, I'ma come through that backdoor
All my niggas, they got anger issues
So when we slide though, it ain't no joke
All my niggas, they be toatin' pistols
I don't really think you want smoke (Facts)
Snupe, he prolly like a buck and fifty
But it's heavy weight by the boat
I gotta stay with my nina
If you really think this shit a joke