Shoot Sideways Lyrics

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Selected song name: Shoot Sideways
Singer Name: Conway the Machine
Lyrics written by: Conway the Machine

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Uh, yo
Buck
Uh, yo


Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I did it my way?


Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet
My lil' shooter like A.I., but he been missin' practice
But he still scorin' on the opps and he still hittin' baskets
He with the action, still ridin' with a stick in traffic
So if it's smoke, he 'bout to have your mama pickin' caskets
I came a long way from flippin' on a p*ssy mattress
Now I smell the p*ss on them bricks when I rip the plastic
I move the powder on the side, it ain't talc*m
Try to slide, you gon' die, you know the outcome
Before I even got signed or dropped a album
I was in the trap, Draco by the blinds like Malcolm
Diss me, I don't respond, I ain't gon' give you the exposure
But the semi in the holster if the enemy approaches
Body sh*t every time Alchemist sendin' me a folder
It's a wrap for these rap n***as, literally, it's over, ah

Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I did it my way?


I'm from where you gotta fire your biscuit
Listen, I told Vanessa let me cook this brick up inside of your kitchen
N***a, my environment different
Still sellin' China, it's fine and terrific, come and buy it and sniff it
Uh, my mind scientific, I'm rhymin' prolific
Uh, I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer, God as my witness
Hit the back of your head with this iron and lift it
'Cause in my city, n***as get shot mindin' they business
Yeah, I'm in position n***as dyin' to get in
You wouldn't know what to do with it if I let you get it
Every time I drop a project, I just increase the violence with it
Talkin' funeral homes, hospital visits
Yeah, I got the killers on the loose
Not stoppin' 'til the opps blood spillin' on my boots
In the streets or on a beat, I can kill 'em in the booth
Shooter lock 'em in the scope, he 'bout to drill 'em from the roof, ah

Please pick a side or run from your boy, boy
Who wanna die? My gun kill for joy, joy
Come take a dive, my demons deploy, 'ploy
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I did it my way?


Like, I ain't in this sh*t to just be—
I'm just happy to be here, like—
I need to be— I need my—
I need my motherf**kin' twisted— twisted face on the Mount Rushmore of hip-hop
Carve my sh*t in, chisel me in, n***a