เนื้อเพลง Shots Fired - Megan Thee Stallion

Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Imagine n*ggas lyin' 'bout shootin' a real b*tch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper n*ggas you chill with
Imagine me givin' a f*ck it was your f*ckin' birthday (F*ck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblockin' n*ggas on some dry sh*t (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" b*tch with a .22
Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets
A p*ssy n*gga with a p*ssy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a b*tch (He a b*tch)
We all know the sh*t I could've came back with (Lil'-ass n*gga)
He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh*t
I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (What's poppin'?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain't got no f*ckin' justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any n*gga on that n*gga's side is a clout chaser (F*ck y'all)
A b*tch who he f*ckin' or a ho that he payin', uh

Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you f*ckin' goofy-ass n*ggas and you f*ckin' goofy-ass b*tches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass n*gga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich b*tch business
And that go for you b*tches too that's tryna get picked
Talkin' sh*t, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick
Ooh sh*t, it's a lotta weak n*ggas in this b*tch
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they d*ck
Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names
I thought a b*tch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speakin' 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 motherf*ckin' cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin'
I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all names
Oh, you out here ballin', 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 b*tch
And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it
You'd think I was a killer how these n*ggas scared as sh*t
I pull up one deep, but n*ggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin' shots at, goofy-ass b*tch?
Watchin' me succeed from your knees, s*ckin' d*ck
I know you want attention from the n*ggas that I get
I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real b*tch, yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales
FaceTime my n*gga while my other n*gga layin' there
B*tch think she sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell
B*tch, I got a bond with my n*ggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, b*tch, your mama shouldn't had
Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that
Next n*gga send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (Ah)

Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should've let them lock your ass up
P*ssy