Shooters lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't no killer but don't push me
I ain't playing bout paper
I ain't worried or guaranteed that them young n*ggas gon' spray ya
Ain't no ways to limit, they seen junior high, but he with it
But he faithfully let the chopper fly, he commit it
I say young n*gga just get it
Young n*gga just get it
Its hard for me to tell em don't do it when they know I did it
Extended clip 32 rounds I got 28 in it
n*gga don't make me pop the trunk ya know the AK stay in it
Tattoos and war wounds, wife beater with a big heater
I know kingpins lost their life over some di*k eater
Pull up in this 2 seater
I don't f*ck with you either
I pour up this 2 liter
Pull in yo hood and shoot people
I know its gon' pop off, you may throw up gang signs
We don't even practice, we just show up for gang time

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Is all your n*ggas shooters
All my n*ggas shooters
Is all yo b*tches shooters
All my b*tches shooters
[Verse 2]
Pour 40 on my b*tch waist
She just got a gun like she was born and raised in the projects, but this b*tch say she done a fight
They beefing in the club
Beefing in the club
Patting out the do', you gotta sneak it in the club
You looking for bullets and bricks, b*tches weed and money
Might shoot off to the grizzly gang on any given Sunday
Granddaddy don't arrest me, I can see him coming
Messy b*tch with me on twitter, she keep tweeting we running
Camouflage cargo shorts, pair of Jordan's I'm thugging
I got racks in every pocket and you ain't taking nothing
I'm surrounded with silent soldiers, they shoot over petty sh*t
Before you reach and make a move you already hit

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