Shoot Off - Yo Gotti

She want 10 shots of Tequila

I don’t know if we gon' make it

But I know we gon' get faded

Oh yeah so just don’t stop when I need ya

Oh yeah just don’t stop when I need ya

Cuz if you take one shot, I’m takin' two more

But if I take two shots, then you take a few more

Drink it all down, drink it all down

You gotta…

Don’t stop, get it.

Don’t stop, bitch get it

Don’t stop, get it.

Don’t stop, bitch get it

Don’t stop, get it.

Don’t stop, drink it all down

When you drink it all down

I’m just in the cut, bout to go in

Shorty want a pitcher like the bullpen

10 shots like a full clip, I ain’t wit the bullshit

I don’t even know her like Joe Kim

My homie got the Tecs like Best buy

Ride her once, take her back like a test drive

I’m at the crib gettin' high til the next day

God damn, what you really call a red eye

I know, V12 when I pull out

I use to be broke but I’m good now

My pops told me to play my cards right

A lot of bitches at the crib that’s a full house

I know some hoes ain’t bout shit

But my girl go both ways, that’s a round trip

Straight to the room, no playin' today

Your pussy like a bed, I wanna lay in it

Can we just fight second and then fuck first

We take painkillers because love hurts

And that truth hurts, yeah time heals

But I ain’t got time to make shit work, no way

And I ain’t worried bout no other bitches

But it be different when the liquor kicks in

One shot of Ciroc, yeah one shot, don’t stop

Everything be grade A but I prefer all top

Let’s get it, let’s get it

I be throwing racks, ain’t worried bout tax

Spent 20 on sacks, don’t worry bout that

I’ll make it all back, hop in this shit 50

Hop out that 'Lac, all your hoes whack

And they wavin' at me, like I drive cabs

Now throw that ass back, and that pussy be poppin'

That’s a massage, these bitches ain’t nothin'

My niggas bang bros, all of these hoes

We teamin' nem, no wrestlin'

Where your man at, you ain’t took, where your hand at

Cuz you stuck up where your friends at, where them bands at

Got the leather from the seats in my Benz wet, cuz she like it

She drunk in love, bitch you cuttin' up

I met you in the VIP, I just wanna fuck

Order 20 bottles of Ciroc, 10 bottles of that Ace

Got the club lookin' like the 4th of July, that’s a CMG Parade

Shorty shake that ass like Twerk Team

Miley Cyrus my whip clean

I got two girls and they like girls

And they lick each other like ice cream

These True’s shorty, no tight jeans

I’m cool shorty but I might seem a little arrogant

I don’t fuck with you, on celibate

Street nigga but I act intelligent

You can find me in the club where the light be

No these niggas don’t like me

But they poppin' bottles tryna be like me

Ass so fat shorty throw it back like thirsty

Walkin' thru my house, no panties with a jersey

And I ain’t worried bout no other bitches

But it be different once the liquor kicks in

She wants 10 shots of Tequila