Letra Shoot at his feet de Bigbabygucci

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2024

Shoot at his feet

To see a smile in yo' pretty-ass face, that's why I shine now
I don't give no fuck about them bitches on my line now (Yeah)
Just play yo' position and stay down and you will find out (Woah)
I think brodie movin' kinda funny, I'ma slime him
Engine in the back, the Chanel bags in the front now
All my youngins goin' crazy, yeah, they love them gun sounds
That bitch say she payin' me
Bitch can't seem [?] pay that fee
If you ain't have shit, you relate to me
I'll show mercy, shoot at his feet

Gave him a fake and he thought it was a pink
I already knew it worked
She gon' play, got a newer her
You gon' fake, I knew it first
After me, it's no replacing, th?m niggas, they can't compare
Wrist look like I cam? from Jacob
My wrist told that bitch, "Get naked" (What?)
On my shoulder, God and Satan
Can't let you know which way I'm taking
Throw-throw a opp this purple Z
That mean that they ass asleep
I step out in Kapital, this outfit cost me three whole G's
My eyes low like a sensei
Can't go to sleep 'til the rent paid
They left me, but I been paid
Coulda blocked her like Dikembe
I'ma go flex, buy ten chains
For every bitch that didn't stay
I don't even want a bitch with my song in her playlist
I ain't been to Dubai, but my Rolex Arabian
I ain't hit her phone ten times, bet you gon' stay, yeah?
Had to wear my heart on my sleeve lately
Codeine in my bones
That really make it clear
And I know what I need, smoke-smoke in the air
And I came downtown, I ain't been around y'all
Man, I'm from the West Side, and I'll really kill y'all
And I'll really peel y'all, you ain't wastin' my time
You ain't wastin' my rhymes, 'cause I ain't get no verse
I'm like Lil Uzi Vert, spin the block once again
[?] with the twins, I done fucked on her friends
Gave her lil' bag for the time, I ain't never seen her again
I tell that bitch change her life, she ain't never seen a friend

To see a smile in yo' pretty-ass face, that's why I shine now
I don't give no fuck about them bitches on my line now (Yeah)
Just play yo' position and stay down and you will find out (Woah)
I think brodie movin' kinda funny, I'ma slime him
Engine in the back, the Chanel bags in the front now
All my youngins goin' crazy, yeah, they love them gun sounds
That bitch say she payin' me
Bitch can't seem [?] pay that fee
If you ain't have shit, you relate to me
I'll show mercy, shoot at his feet

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Gave him a fake and he thought it was a pink
I already knew it worked
She gon' play, got a newer her
You gon' fake, I knew it first
After me, it's no replacing, th?m niggas, they can't compare
Wrist look like I cam? from Jacob
My wrist told that bitch, "Get naked" (What?)
On my shoulder, God and Satan
Can't let you know which way I'm taking
Throw-throw a opp this purple Z
That mean that they ass asleep
I step out in Kapital, this outfit cost me three whole G's
My eyes low like a sensei
Can't go to sleep 'til the rent paid
They left me, but I been paid
Coulda blocked her like Dikembe
I'ma go flex, buy ten chains
For every bitch that didn't stay
I don't even want a bitch with my song in her playlist
I ain't been to Dubai, but my Rolex Arabian
I ain't hit her phone ten times, bet you gon' stay, yeah?
Had to wear my heart on my sleeve lately
Codeine in my bones
That really make it clear
And I know what I need, smoke-smoke in the air
And I came downtown, I ain't been around y'all
Man, I'm from the West Side, and I'll really kill y'all
And I'll really peel y'all, you ain't wastin' my time
You ain't wastin' my rhymes, 'cause I ain't get no verse
I'm like Lil Uzi Vert, spin the block once again
[?] with the twins, I done fucked on her friends
Gave her lil' bag for the time, I ain't never seen her again
I tell that bitch change her life, she ain't never seen a friend