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Rob49 - Shot Back Lyrics

[Intro: Young Deion]
Yeah, Big 49, Big 4 God
50404
Uh-uh-uh, yeah

[Chorus: Young Deion]
Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (Grr)
Free the fuckin' woe, they got me, my niggas on high max
If he break the code, we get 'em gone Fendi fact
Two-hundred somethin' rounds, I'm in this black truck with Big Pat (Step on)
Fuck 'bout what you heard, we got 'em gone, you know we did that
Nigga made me mad, I flipped this clip, for sure you know that
I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know Kodak
Could've killed his ass, the Glock jammed, I had a promag

[Verse 1: Young Deion]
Uh, I can't do no lyin' up in these verses (No lie)
Bitch came with a bag, but she don't know she leavin' early (Gotta go)
She done got a rich nigga she asking me for purses (Uh-uh)
Let 'em play with this shit, we passin' money just like emergency
Pull up on yo' homie, know he real fast (Go, go)
Gave that bitch a couple thou', look, like she bought a real ass (Yeah)
Know I got this switchiana, I might need another mag'
It ain't even 9 O'Clock, and I just got another bag
We was strikin', we was usin' Waze app
Ridin' 'round with a couple clips, we givin' fades now
She didn't wanna fuck me first, so fuck it, I'll pay now
BabyC trap, woah, hold, sell a break down (BabyC, BabyC)
[Chorus: Young Deion]
Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (We did)
Free the fuckin' woe, they got me, my niggas on high max (Free the woe)
If he break the code, we get 'em gone Fendi fact (Fendi fact)
Two-hundred somethin' rounds, I'm in this black truck with Big Pat (Step on)
Fuck 'bout what you heard, we got 'em gone, you know we did that (Did that)
Nigga made me mad, I flipped this clip, for sure you know that (Knowin' that)
I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know Kodak
Could've killed his ass, the Glock jammed, I had a promag (Promag, promag)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Shit, yeah, that's how it went (Yeah)
I been out here trappin', gettin' my Ms (I been out here trappin', gettin' my Ms)
49 with the Draco, Glock, I slid by myself (Yeah)
I, I, I ain't never liked them niggas
Fuck 'em, let his mama love him (Let his mama love him)
Yeah, I know how it feel to come from nothin' (I know how it feel to come from nothin')
Yeah, left wrist froze and my neck look like water (Yeah)
I hang with them trappers and them murderers (I hang with them trappers and them murderers)
Yeah, AK-47 on my lap in a Lam' truck (Yeah)
I was swipin' cards before this rap shit (Swipin' cards before this rap shit)
Yeah, I was sellin' weed but my daddy told me stop it (Yeah)
But, I didn't 'cause I know what kind of profit (Bitch)
I'm touchin' everyday, I got good narcotics

[Chorus: Young Deion & Rob49]
Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (Hahaha, yeah)
Free the fuckin' woe, they got me, my niggas on high max (Free the woe)
If he break the code, we get 'em gone Fendi fact (Fendi fact)
Two-hundred somethin' rounds, I'm in this black truck with Big Pat (Step on)
Fuck 'bout what you heard, we got 'em gone, you know we did that (Did that)
Nigga made me mad, I flipped this clip, for sure you know that (Knowin' that)
I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know Kodak
Could've killed his ass, the Glock jammed, I had a promag (Promag, promag)
[Outro: Young Deion]
Brrt, yeah
Glock jammed I had a promag
Yeah, Glock jammed I had a promag
Keep that