[Chorus:]
Who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me.
Mothafucka, who shot me?
[Verse 1:]
I'm like, "Damn, did the homies set me up?"
‘Cause we ain't really been talkin' much,
I know that sounds sick, my thoughts dark as fuck,
Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up.
Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital,
Stupid ass mothafuckas, thinkin' they was goin' to stop Gizzle.
Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad,
My lil' bro still mad, somebody got to pay for that,
My granny's prayers work ‘cause it could've got worse.
I'm talkin' pictures on the shirt,
When the shots went off, I thought the spot was deserted,
But nah, everybody in the spot was just nervous,
I don't like that, nah, I don't like that, we can't go right back,
So many niggas ready to go, we can go war with Iraq.
They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward,
Answer this, I got a million dollars.
[Chorus:]
Who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me.
Who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me.
Who shot me?
[Verse 2:]
Maybe it ‘cause I fucked Jamal bitch, and I knew if he found out
Her scary ass was gon tell him about my hideout.
Yeah, they really came to the front door,
But luckily we had something fatter than this 9 out.
Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out,
When he hit me first, I shoulda been knocked out.
All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe's,
I'm about to say fuck it and start squeezin' without aiming,
I got trust issues, if I don't fuck with dude,
My body language gon' tell him, “I don't fuck with you!”
I can't sleep at night, this shit unbomfortable,
Havin' nightmares of me comin' for dude,
Havin' a hard time puttin' together two and two,
They was in a brand new truck, somebody sent them dudes.
They knew the code to my gate that was awkward,
Answer this, I got a million dollars.
[Chorus:]
Who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me.
Who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
Mothafucka, who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me.
Who shot me?
[Bridge:]
Starin' out the window,
Smokin' on this indo,
‘Cause I don't know who did it, but I know this –
Bullets don't just go where the wind blows,
So I'm lookin' under my nose,
And it always comes from up close,
But they can't stand me, though.
[Outro:]
Niggas ain't do no damage, though,
Nigga bounced up that mothafuckin' hospital,
That same night walked that shit off
Like a mothafucka gangsta is posed to, nigga, feel me!
Like my mama asked this nigga,
Like, “Boy, what's wrong with you?”
Mothafucka shot me, nah, mama,
None of these mothafuckas can stop me, nah, mama,
Just got to walk it off, mama.
Who shot me?
After all the wicked shit I did
I knew karma was gon catch up with a nigga.
Hey, nigga, what you doin'?
Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this.
Nigga, watch out, nigga, you ain't comin' in here!
Some nigga really tried to set me up,
I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes,
Like I said, “You never know when it might brack off.”
But I guess God has some other plans for me
‘Cause that shit ain't stop me.
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