Shooters lyrics

[Intro-Colonel Loud]
Uhh, its your boy Colonel Loud
Know what I'm talkin bout
Them muthaf*ckin shooters n*gga
Yuh, um
We got n*ggas out here, thinking they doing something
Might cross a n*gga for a little bit of bread, but n*ggas ain't worried bout that sh*t, man
I ain't gotta get dirty my n*gga
I'm a muthaf*cking boss, jefe n*gga, I got shooters

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 1-Project Pat]
My dope in the plastic
No questions asking
Robbery squad, with out masking
Choppers with scopes
[?] the hoes
Square ass n*gga, livin with hoes
Russian rifle, with the banana clippers
It'll tame everyone of you, monkey ass n*ggas
n*gga ran off with the drop, he got shot
Tried to run off in the spot, he got popped
Young n*ggas kill anything for the guap
Tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop
Its payback b*tch, thats why the bullets sailing
Took your head off, and yo b*tch got to screaming
Y'all was on a date, bullets got to raining
Brains on the glass, what the f*ck was he thinking?
Crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce
Get yo ass blowed off, running off at the jaw

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 2-Colonel Loud]
Lil n*gga laying in the bushes, waiting for your ass to hit the front door
Catch a pus*y n*gga close range, leave his ass laying on the front porch
What it look like? I ain't pull the triggas, all this motherf*cking money that I'm making
I'm a boss in these Carolina streets, I seen a lot a rap n*ggas out faking
You ain't bout that life my n*gga, you ain't never dozed off in the trap
Waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack
My young boy got a Glock that holds 17
He been shooting since he 12, now he 17
Don't let my little n*gga pull up on that Chevy thing
He don't give a f*ck, when he done, be spraying everything
And thats a motherf*cking truth
See my shooters? They'll shoot
When I give the green light they don't ask no questions they just do what it do
I'm a motherf*cking boss
Keep thinking I'm soft
I don't get my hands dirty, I send my young boys, they'll knock your ass off

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 3-Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only, the Jefe
You play with my set, it get messy
Let n*ggas play with my fetti
Watch me swing round that weight like I'm [?]
These n*ggas funny like Eddie (Murphy)
I told your b*tch here go a Bezzy (She Thirsty)
I got two b*tches in Beverley, said that I'm buying one Louis, one Fendi
Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom)
I got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it)
Your girlfriend, yes she's a chooser
You can have her back that b*tch a jeweler
Clip hanging out like a ruler (bang)
It's Big Glizzy, b*tch yes I'm the ruler (bang, bang)
They don't want no work, they not stupid
Have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh)
Chase 7 [?], I mean the [?], [?] never killed, If I don't? Well of course
All of these diamonds look like Mr. Floss
I spend the bands, I don't care what it costs
I tell my young n*gga, off
And he get to taking them off
Glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, you better bout face for them all

[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n*ggas they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don't come in my trap with that bullsh*t
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip