Shoot It Myself (Explicit) - EST Gee/Future

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jawan Shelton/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Western Weiss

Composed by：George Stone III/Jawan Shelton/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Western Weiss

Yeah yeah yeah

Only way to get this with the yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah shirt off with no mask at all I train my dog with mannitol

Clearest water this the one made Jesus take his sandals off

Come knock on the devil's door make sure you turn your camera off

It's Js in here white all on they face but they ain't Santa Claus

I'm tryna do the math on how much more it take to get this car

You never thought I'd get this far iced both my arms my wrists is sore

I never been this up before I'm paranoid as ever

7 62 clip curve in this AR for protection

Brr brr

Karma can't even catch up did my first dirt like '07

Even back then I'd tell you I'ma be like this forever

It was hot I made it swelter hot like sit downs with the devil

Hot hot

Like the only way to get this to my state is if we mail it

And the bond we built was special all the game my gang was separate

And they love me 'cause they know I'll catch a case and I ain't tellin'

I ain't tellin'

Woah woah gas on the track and throw mud on it

Watch and my chain got blood on it

Woah

The end of the barrel got blood on it

Woah

Came out the zoo hide a check in the floor

Woah woah

I don't put it on if ain't twenty or more

I committed sins in Christian Dior

Hold up with

Woah

Finessin' and trappin' made millions off rappin'

Woah

Just go to Zone 6 they gon' say I'm the G O A T

Demons piranhas I'm movin' official

Yeah

I keep me a shooter wherever I go

Woah

I take pills and I sip lean *****

I don't feel right tryna drive a boat

Woah

I'm out the trenches I turned up my granny house

I had them jays knockin' at the door

I'm a different type of breed with the corner

I'm a different type of n***a with the corner

Stretchin' out the work and pimpin' a ho

One thousand one pure c*****e spend it on one of my chains

One thousand one trillion bullets come behind my name

Woah woah **** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

**** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

**** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

Woah woah **** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

**** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

**** my shooter I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

I get into it with one of my opps a n***a body gotta drop

And ain't nobody gon' tell me stop I'll shoot it myself

I come through a n***a block ain't gotta worry 'bout

Talkin' to cops the reason a n***a holdin' this Glock I'll shoot it myself

Yeah I'll shoot it myself

I'll shoot it myself

Yeah I'll shoot it myself

Yeah n***a I'll shoot it myself

Huh I'll shoot it myself

**** you talkin' 'bout n***a

I'll shoot it myself

Woah woah I'll shoot it myself

Shoot it myself

Woah **** you sayin' n***a

I'll shoot it myself

Yeah yeah top somethin' I ain't tryna shoot at no vest

Why the boy out and still movin' this meth

It'll never sit my way get pressed

Movin' my H my hank gettin' stretched

Been drinkin' this Quagen it taste like Tech

Purple and red I don't drink no grits

It's a nasty pourin' I'm drinkin' this Tris

It's a slime 5 56

It got green on the tip

It got green

He couldn't breathe he got hit

He couldn't breathe he got

Bullets jumpin' to him like it springs on a cliff

Bah bah bah bah bah bah

It's Celine when I drip

Celine

I spit out phlegm on your *****

Phlegm on your *****

N***as can't say they my opps I'm just a demon they met

I'm just a demon they met