Shooter lyrics

by

QUE.


[Produced by BWheezy]

[Hook]
It’s shooters all around me n*gga, but I’m still a shooter
One in the head for a clown, n*gga I’m the shooter
Can’t have my life in n*ggas hands, naw, so I’m the shooter
Plus I’m my own f*cking man n*gga, I’m the shooter
I’m the shooter n*gga, yeah n*gga, I’m the shooter
I’m the shooter n*gga, yeah yeah, I’m the shooter
I’m the shooter n*gga, yeah n*gga, I’m the shooter
I’m the shooter n*gga, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
It’s shooters all around me n*gga, and they spotting up
Just waiting for me to give em the word and lob it up
Like jack in the box, watch n*ggas start popping up
Ain’t no talking, they gone let those choppers talk and chop it up
Plus I’m my own man so Imma let it thump too
Boom! Boom! Change your hardtop in to a sun roof
308 shoot up your place from long range and flip your coupe
Rearrange the face and leave it open like a split cigar
Safety off, one in the head, prepared at all times
Got to keep my piece in reach, just in case it call time
I’d shoot my sh*t myself, but my shooters gone fall in line
Or I could keep my hands clean and get your wife for a small fine
Just keep in mind
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It’s shooters with me, I ain’t talking semi autos though
See these the shooters I can use without an auto load
A couple thousand on this b*tch, I put my vato on
Shoot up the whole city till all the trabajo gone
Turn a 5 to a dub, dub to a band
Wipe out your savings as soon as the shooter touch my hand
Carmelo Ant, bet this b*tch shoot nothing but net
Might hit the road, shooting sh*t until this b*tch dead
Walk in your spot if you’re handy with not a penny n*gga
Like f*ck it, might shoot for some pennies up in Fendi n*gga
Like n*gga f*ck the ticket, trigger finger itching n*gga
We dip out that b*tch and get loaded like Ricky n*gga

[Hook]
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