🎵 Shoota // by Playboi Carti

197 ContributorsTranslationsРусский (Russian)Français Shoota Lyrics “Shoota” was recorded on July 6, 2017. Carti previewed a video of the instrumental on Snapchat. A rough demo of the track was leaked on May 2, 2018. It featured more Auto-Tune vocal pitch correction and a… Read More  [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah Now Now is my time Now is my time (That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Everybody rock with me because I'm up now Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot Suicide, 1600, that's the block Hit your girl, that's check-free She ain't used to text me Now she wanna caress me She keep tryna neck me I gotta tell my bestie Someone call my bestie Think I found my bestie Link up, make a check bleed You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh We gon' take these boys back to school, uh Money on the floor just like some shoes [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah And I love my goons, yeah And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) And I love my loot (What?), yeah Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?) Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh We gon' take these boys back to school, uh Money on the floor just like some shoes