[LYRICS] Shots Fired Lyrics By Megan Thee Stallion

Megan Thee Stallion Lyrics

Shots Fired is the introductory track on Megan Thee Stallion’s debut album, Good News, read the most accurate lyrics to ‘Shots Fired’ below. Shots Fired was produced by Buddah Bless.

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Megan Thee Stallion – Shots Fired Lyrics

Intro
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Verse 1
Imagine niggas lying ’bout shooting a real bitch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me giving a fuck it was your fucking birthday (Fuck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblocking niggas on some dry shit (What?)
I don’t want you on the bench, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (You wouldn’t’ve been invited)
And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should’ve let them lock your ass up)
You offered M’s not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
Now y’all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5’10” bitch with a .22
Talking ’bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn’t pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep calling me a bitch (He a bitch)
We all know the shit I could’ve came back with (Lil’-ass nigga)
He talking ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, “You’re not popping, you just on the remix” (What’s popping?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain’t got no fucking justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga’s side is a clout chaser (Fuck y’all)
A bitch who he fucking or a ho that he paying, uh

Interlude
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you fucking goofy-ass niggas and you fucking goofy-ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Verse 2
Who you taking shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that’s tryna get picked
Talking shit, I’ll slide on you, thinking that you slick
Ooh shit, it’s a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beating they dick
Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speaking facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain’t ask to be this motherfucking cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this Rolls
Keep it pimping always, actions do the talking
I know you want the clout, so I ain’t saying y’all names
Oh, you out here balling, huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
I be so content ’cause I know I’m a real bitch
And anything I say, I’m never scared to repeat it
You’d think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you taking shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
Watching me succeed from your knees, sucking dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t selling fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga laying there
Bitch think she sabotaging something, tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you taking shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I’ma sent it right back (Ah)