Shot Em Down

Intro Juice WRLD Future DY Krazy Yeah Ohoh ohoh oh   Chorus Hit the Pyrex til my wrist broke Trap trap In the studio whippin crack for the pipe smoke Lets go yeah Whip the Pyrex til my wrist broke yeah Trap trap trap trap Counting my racks yeah they dont fold Cash cash cash oh yeah I cant have one bank account several bank accounts Chaching So much money I cant even count several bank accountants Chaching yeah I ask her what her brain about shorty come top me down Yeah yeah yeah Had a problem with em until foenem came and shot em down Yeah yeah yeah   Verse 1 Ice on my wrist like I got a fever Fuck her all night I need a breather I dont want drugs bitch I need em Pop me a Perc I dont even got a reason Pop me an opp dont even got a reason I just hate it when all my opps be breathin Smoking Gelato Im coughin and wheezin Rollin up strong puffin on seedless Every season is money season Im K Dot with these money trees shadin me Hundred dollar bill racks on me Three million dollars deals life on fleek Broke niggas cant afford to speak New watch ten mortgages Ima talk my shit lace up the Gucci shoes walk my shit Okay Remember working for minimum wage felt like I was in a cage I done got rich and made a way Shit I done got rich and made a wave Gotta thank God for the alleyoop I drove to the hole he set the play I dare a nigga try and take this away Ima grab the Smith put a hole in his face Now I got all these niggas bitches tweakin blowin my DMs down Down Tellin me all the freaky shit they gon do when they man not around Tellin me that they want me that they down to hold me down Down But I know for a fact they gon do the same shit to me when a richer nigga come in they town   Chorus Hit the Pyrex til my wrist broke Trap trap In the studio whippin crack for the pipe smoke Lets go yeah Whip the Pyrex til my wrist broke yeah Trap trap trap trap Counting my racks yeah they dont fold Cash cash cash oh yeah I cant have one bank account several bank accounts Chaching So much money I cant even count several bank accountants Chaching yeah I ask her what her brain about shorty come top me down Yeah yeah yeah Had a problem with em until foenem came and shot em down Yeah yeah yeah   Verse 2 Count up a grip tie up the Ricks Get shot in the face if you talkin that shit Im with all the smoke turnin niggas to spliffs Chopper know karate cause the bitch got a kick In the studio spittin STDs everything a nigga say super sick Put a fifty in it yeah a titty in it I be really with it I done really came from the trenches You know that my niggas gon win Yeah my life is a blessing all I do is grin Booling out on a hundred thousand dollar rim I put the Kevin in Kevin Durant All these Ws I feel like a champ Thats cause I am yeah blessed through the stress I thank God without him wouldnt be here   Chorus Hit the Pyrex til my wrist broke Trap trap In the studio whippin crack for the pipe smoke Lets go yeah Whip the Pyrex til my wrist broke yeah Trap trap trap trap Counting my racks yeah they dont fold Cash cash cash oh yeah I cant have one bank account several bank accounts Chaching So much money I cant even count several bank accountants Chaching yeah I ask her what her brain about shorty come top me down Yeah yeah yeah Had a problem with em until foenem came and shot em down Yeah yeah yeah