ShotsFired

Shots Fired (Explicit) - Megan Thee Stallion

Lyrics by：Allie Wrubel/Herb Magidson/Megan Pete/Tyron Buddah Douglas

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Buddah Bless this beat

Imagine n***as lyin' 'bout shootin' a real b***h

Huh

Just to save face for rapper n***as you chill with

Imagine me givin' a f**k it was your f**kin' birthday

F**k you

You in your feelings I just thought it was another Thursday

Now imagine me cockblockin' n***as on some dry s**t

What

I don't want you on the bench believe you wouldn't've been invited

You wouldn't've been invited

And if it weren't for me same week you would have been indicted

Should've let them lock your a*s up

You offered M's not to talk I guess that made my friend excited hmm

Now y'all in cahoots huh

Okay

You a puss in boots

You shot a 5'10" b***h with a .22

Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets

A p***y n***a with a p***y gun in his feelings

Okay he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a b***h

He a b***h

We all know the s**t I could've came back with

Lil'-a*s n***a

He talkin' 'bout his followers dollars and goofy s**t

I told him "You're not poppin' you just on the remix"

What's poppin'

Now here we are 2020 eight months later

And we still ain't got no f**kin' justice for Breonna Taylor

Breonna Taylor

Any n***a on that n***a's side is a clout chaser

F**k y'all

A b***h who he f**kin' or a ho that he payin' uh

Imagine me hahaha

Imagine me entertaining you f**kin' goofy-a*s n***as and yor f**kin' goofy-a*s b***hes

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Buddah Bless this beat

Who you takin' shots at goofy-a*s n***a

Keep your broke a*s out a rich b***h business

And that go for you b***hes too that's tryna get picked

Talkin' s**t I'll slide on you thinkin' that you slick

Ooh s**t it's a lotta weak n***as in this b***h

They confused

They hate me but watch my videos beatin' they d**k

Who a snitch

I ain't never went to the police with no names

I thought a b***h that got her chain

Snatched caught a loss had something to say ayy

I be speakin' facts uh they can't handle that uh

They want me to be the bad guy let me put my mask on

I was chose I ain't ask to be this motherf**kin' cold

Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls

Keep it pimpin' always actions do the talkin'

I know you want the clout so I ain't sayin' y'all names

Oh you out here ballin' huh

Who you get that money from

Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek huh