[Verse 1: J.U.S]
Who shot ya, The crab meat and lobster pasta
It's the life of a doctor
The Iron Sheik in the Phantom when I'm leaving the opera
With the Kash Doll type beat, we tight in the Vette
But her pants so tight it's looking right off them red seats
My cold simpin' and pole trickin' got bitches mad
'Member all you hoes was drinking them Call a Cab's
This the part two, the first part is where we part ways
I thought you knew, kicking this shit for all the victims of broken systems
Got caught lackin', won't play the victim
My raps cold, they'll freeze frame and lay victim
Thе n***as bitchin', all in the way and actin' ignant

[Break: Danny Brown & Bruiser Wolf]
Who shot ya? Lemme tеll you how I'll fix ya
All headshots like ID pictures, uh
Who shot ya? Until the goons pop up
They say the opps done got ya, uh

[Verse 2: J.U.S]
I'm Michael Meyers but shoot like Jason Tatum, these n***as hatin'
Feet close to the edge, it's too late to pray for patience
Switchin' fits, countin' cash and checkin' traps
I'm the other part of the mix of what these n***as lack
We gon' be straight, maybe late
But you ain't ever heard raps this good from a n***a wearing a copper fit knee brace
So what it do? I'm sick as the flu, grams and jewels
I'm the Everest commercial for n***as stuck on the couch smokin' Gorilla Glue
So have faith, a halfway house better than behind the gates
I'm ridin' bad tires on both plates
The 40 on me so just me rollin' is high stakes
The scale weigh wet, it snort the same off a dry plate
I'm in for action, IRL I get it crackin'
Twenty strippers and rented mansion, n***a
[Outro: Danny Brown]
Who shot ya?