Rich Shooters lyrics

by

Quando Rondo


[Intro: Q Da Fool]
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
Yeah, damn
Yeah, hundred round goon
Uh, b*tch I'm Herwin on the spoon
I'm dope

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
f*ck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety
I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby
I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy
I can't f*ck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers lately
In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy
I might smoke a n*gga, I might give his mother daisies
Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me
He was f*ckin' with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy
f*ck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really paid me
Coulda been in Mercedes, f*ck 12 tryna frame me
Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey
I really dropped n*ggas broad day
I'ma show 'em how the mob play
Get up close, personal, my sh*t face to face (Face to face)
You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the case (f*ck n*gga)
Finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything)
I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (f*ck that b*tch)
Y'all was ridin' di*ks, I was outside doin' better things
First time I called my mother locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this sh*t (Man, why?) 'Cause the b*tch green (Man, f*ck that n*gga)
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin'
Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin'
Me, my n*ggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin'
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters
3 got the Macky and that b*tch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the f*ckin' rich shooters, f*ck these n*ggas, they some losers

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
I was built to win, no I can't ever ever lose
b*tch, they call me Jefe with a mothaf*ckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes)
They act like they don't f*ck with me, they watch my every move
b*tch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't cool with you, too
You ain't no f*ckin' stepper, where your mothaf*ckin' weapon?
First gun I ever shot it was a .38 special
It's GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life)
And it's long live 30, b*tch, I scream that sh*t forever (30, 30)
b*tch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a f*ckin' R8 (Skrrt)
You can come and get an eight ball or get a whole plate
I don't need a damn extendo, F&N is on my waist
And I don't even send a memo, I just get your ass erased
We like the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail
My b*tch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels
Where I'm from they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel
I seen some n*gga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin'
Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin'
Me, my n*ggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin'
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters
3 got the Macky and that b*tch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the f*ckin' rich shooters, f*ck these n*ggas, they some losers
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