S.H.O.O.T.E.R lyrics

[Chorus: Papoose]
I'm a shooter
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumors
None of these lame n*ggas can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us? Your talk go through us
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
I told you I'm a shooter

[Verse 1: Casanova]
Three felonies is what they gave me (Uh-huh)
Predicate felon is what they named me (That's my rep)
They threw shots, them sh*ts grazed me (Uh-huh)
I threw shots, it got crazy
Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head
I ain't got no opps no more, they all dead (Peter rolled)
Now they all sick as sh*t, your boy fever
My life thrill, I belong in the Don Diva (Put me on it)
I can make you a believer (What?)
Where's love when you need her? (f*ck love)
You ever gave a dollar to a preacher?
Just to find out he'll eat you?
Hold up, I need a breather (Hold on)
I wouldn't believe me either (Hold on)
Hold up, I need a breather (Hold on)
I wouldn't believe me either (Hold on)
[Chorus: Papoose]
I'm a shooter
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumors
None of these lame n*ggas can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us? Your talk go through us
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
I told you I'm a shooter

[Verse 2: Papoose]
Me and constituents notice how much a b*tch you is
We don't care how rich you is, lit you is, 'cause it's frivolous
To judge you by residuals just makes it all ridiculous
We just tryna size up a casket that we could fit you in
Everybody got they own issues, no one is issueless
But I'm a straight shooter, my missiles'll fish you, dish you, b*tch
Busting shots at me and missing, that cancelled Christmas, prick
Burn you like a mistress with syphilis who promiscuous
Embark premises within visions of dark images
New beginning, Papoose is penning the bar genesis
Smart lyricist from a country that robs innocence
Daily depart ignorance, n*gga, we archnemesis
Ask if I got something to give you and I'ma give you this
Fully loaded clip in this pistol, you on the menu, b*tch
Wanna hold somethin'? You owe me, 'cause I'ma lend you this
Pistol whip continue to end you 'cause it's continous
[Chorus: Papoose]
I'm a shooter
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumors
None of these lame n*ggas can't do nothing to us
Do somethin' to us? Your talk go through us
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
Sent the haters on over to the ER
I told you I'm a shooter