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Megan Thee Stallion – Shots Fired Lyrics

[Intro]

Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

[Verse 1]

Imagine niggas lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real bitch (Huh?)

Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with

Imagine me givin’ a f*ck it was your f*ckin’ birthday (f*ck you)

You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday

Now imagine me cockblockin’ niggas on some dry shit (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 ass 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” bitch with a .22

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

A p*ssy nigga with a p*ssy gun in his feelings

Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin’ me a bitch (He a bitch)

We all know the shit I could’ve came back with (Lil’-ass nigga)

He talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit

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*ckin’ justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)

Any nigga on that nigga’s side is a clout chaser (f*ck y’all)

A bitch who he f*ckin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh

[Interlude]

Imagine me, hahaha

Imagine me entertaining you f*ckin’ goofy-ass niggas and you f*ckin’ goofy-ass bitches

Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

[Verse 2]

Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass nigga?

Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business

And that go for you bitches too that’s tryna get picked

Talkin’ shit, I’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you slick Ooh shit, it’s a lotta weak niggas in this bitch

They confused

They hate me, but watch my videos beatin’ they dick

Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names

I thought a bitch 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*ckin’ 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?

I be so content ’cause I know I’m a real bitch

And anything I say, I’m never scared to repeat it

You’d think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit

I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy

Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass bitch?

Watchin’ me succeed from your knees, suckin’ dick

I know you want attention from the niggas that I get

I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place

Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin’ fairytales

FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin’ there

Bitch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell

Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah

Who you takin’ shots at? Shut up with your scary ass

No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn’t had

Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that

Next nigga send a shot, I’ma sent it right back (Ah)

[Outro]

Brrt, brrt

Brrt, haha

Ah

Should’ve let them lock your ass up

p*ssy

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these lyrics are submitted by GGEN3

Songwriter(s): Buddah Bless, Herb Magidson, Allie Wrubel, Megan Thee Stallion

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