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Megan Thee Stallion - Shots Fired lyrics

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Shots Fired by Megan Thee Stallion


[Intro]
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 1]
Imagine niggas lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real b**ch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas 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’ niggas on some dry sh*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 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” b**ch with a .22
Talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn’t pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin’ me a b**ch (He a b**ch)
We all know the sh*t I could’ve came back with (Lil’-ass nigga)
He talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh*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 nigga on that nigga’s side is a clout chaser (f**k y’all)
A b**ch who he f**kin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh
[Interlude]
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you f**kin’ goofy-ass niggas and you f**kin’ goofy-ass b**ches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 2]
Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich b**ch business
And that go for you b**ches too that’s tryna get picked
Talkin’ sh*t, I’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you slick
Ooh sh*t, it’s a lotta weak niggas in this b**ch
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 b**ch 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?
I be so content ’cause I know I’m a real b**ch
And anything I say, I’m never scared to repeat it
You’d think I was a killer how these niggas scared as sh*t
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass b**ch?
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 b**ch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin’ fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin’ there
b**ch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell
b**ch, 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, b**ch, your mama shouldn’t’ve 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
Pussy



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