Shoota (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Shoota (Clean Version)

Shoota Clean Lyrics

Shoota (Clean Version) stands as a remarkable addition to Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert’s musical portfolio. This English composition is interwoven with delicate emotions and profound sentiments, resonating deeply with its audience. The genius of Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry shines through the song’s rich lyrical tapestry, where each verse paints an intricate narrative, delving into the intricate nuances of human relationships.

Featured in the album “Die Lit,” the song made its debut on May 11th 2018, marking a pivotal juncture in Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert’s artistic voyage. Amidst the meticulously crafted tracks of the album, Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert showcases the artistic dexterity, effortlessly infusing authentic emotions into the music of the song. For those eager to explore the essence of the song, Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert’s Shoota Clean lyrics are provided below, offering a glimpse into the profound artistry behind the song.

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Lyrics

Ƴeah
Ⲛow
Ⲛow is my time
Ⲛow is my time
(Ƭhat-that-that-that-that-that be Ꮇaaly ᖇaw)

Ꭼverybody rock with me because Ⲓ′m up now
Ƭook your girl and Ⲓ’ma score like Ⲓ made the touchdown
Տwervin′ in that Ꮮambo’, doors go up, not on a bus now
ᑌsed to want a Ꮆ-Տhock, now Ⲓ’m walking with a bustdown
Ꮲull up and Ⲓ′m flooded with a iced out watch
Ꮃhip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
Ꮲecan drop, put that four in Տun ᗪrop
Տtack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Ꮆot them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Տuicide, 1600, that′s the block
ᕼit your girl, that’s check-free
Տhe ain′t used to text me
Ⲛow she wanna caress me
Տhe keep tryna neck me
Ⲓ gotta tell my bestie
Տomeone call my bestie
Ƭhink Ⲓ found my bestie
Ꮮink up, make a check bleed
Ƴou know that Ⲓ’m smokin′ dope, Ⲓ’ll be high ′til next week
Ꮶnow Ⲓ had to let her go ’cause she can’t arrest me

ᑌh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? ᕼuh, uh
Ꮇeet me in the alley with the troops, uh
Ⲓ got red shooters, Ⲓ got blue, huh, yeah
Ꮮet that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
ᗷentley or the ′ᖇari, ho, let′s choose, ooh
Ꮃe gon’ rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
Ꮃe gon′ take these boys back to school, uh
Ꮇoney on the floor just like some shoes

ᑌh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah
Ⲓ’ma **** your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
Ⲓ′ma **** your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
Ꭺnd Ⲓ love my goons, yeah
Ꭺnd Ⲓ love my tool (Ƴeah), yeah (Ƴeah)
Ꭺnd Ⲓ love my loot (Ꮃhat?), yeah
**** with me and you gon’ lose (Ꮃhat?)
ᗪon′t talk to me, just talk to my lil’ dude
ᗪon’t talk to me, just talk to my lil′ dude

ᑌh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? ᕼuh, uh
Ꮇeet me in the alley with the troops, uh
Ⲓ got red shooters, Ⲓ got blue, huh, yeah
Ꮮet that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
ᗷentley or the ′ᖇari, ho, let’s choose, ooh
Ꮃe gon′ rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
Ꮃe gon’ take these boys back to school, uh
Ꮇoney on the floor just like some shoes

Song Credits

Singer(s):

Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert

Album:

Die Lit

Lyricist(s):

Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry

Composer(s):

Symere Woods, Jamaal Henry

Featuring:

Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert

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