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Shootout Video (MV)




Performed By: GM Wop
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Maurice Pettaway




GM Wop - Shootout Lyrics




Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us Heyy

All black my attire
I don't need it
Jump in that action
Then I'll repeat it
I heard niggas tried they hand
I was locked up
Jump in that action on my dolo shoot yo block up
I get greasy with that cutter ehh
Make it stutter huh
7.62 they cut through like you butter
You get Anna for the free free
On the creep creep I'll ESPN yo shit
Thats a repeat
Draw down on yo people turn a shooter to a runner
Niggas don't want war with me cause they know imma hunter
Shooter turnt trapper bitch I'm all about my paper
Last nigga that shot at me I sent em to his maker
Where the nigga at I'm trynna link up heard he hiding
Niggas don't want war with me cause they know imma slide
You know my location it ain't never hard to find me
Jump back in the streets it couldn't be a perfect timing

Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us

Think I'm by my lonesome I be strapped up to the gums
You can't view it on me but I bet I got two guns
Gone and test this gangsta imma punisher like pun
A shootout never shit to me cause I do this for fun
Creep up in yo section put ya partna in his slump
Then I spin the bend just cause you thought I was done
Gun em down like Ricky I won't spare em if he run
Put that lead up in ya bullets hotter than the sun
We gone see who gangsta when they know it's time to ride
We gone see who shoot or run when it come time to die
But I'm too official make a hater blow his whistle chopper shed em up like tissue I got bombs for yo missiles

Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
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Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us Heyy

All black my attire
I don't need it
Jump in that action
Then I'll repeat it
I heard niggas tried they hand
I was locked up
Jump in that action on my dolo shoot yo block up
I get greasy with that cutter ehh
Make it stutter huh
7.62 they cut through like you butter
You get Anna for the free free
On the creep creep I'll ESPN yo shit
Thats a repeat
Draw down on yo people turn a shooter to a runner
Niggas don't want war with me cause they know imma hunter
Shooter turnt trapper bitch I'm all about my paper
Last nigga that shot at me I sent em to his maker
Where the nigga at I'm trynna link up heard he hiding
Niggas don't want war with me cause they know imma slide
You know my location it ain't never hard to find me
Jump back in the streets it couldn't be a perfect timing

Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us

Think I'm by my lonesome I be strapped up to the gums
You can't view it on me but I bet I got two guns
Gone and test this gangsta imma punisher like pun
A shootout never shit to me cause I do this for fun
Creep up in yo section put ya partna in his slump
Then I spin the bend just cause you thought I was done
Gun em down like Ricky I won't spare em if he run
Put that lead up in ya bullets hotter than the sun
We gone see who gangsta when they know it's time to ride
We gone see who shoot or run when it come time to die
But I'm too official make a hater blow his whistle chopper shed em up like tissue I got bombs for yo missiles

Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
Oh my God now it's a shootout
Take his roof out
Make em dissapear
Bring the news out
Killers in your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us
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Writer: Maurice Pettaway
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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