Intro (Takeoff Shooter) lyrics

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[Intro]
Genius
DJ Genius, the man, the myth, the legend (We go gang)
What happenin', DJ Knight? (All my n*ggas got choppers, man)
Migo Gang (We some killers)
Servin' these streets
Happenin' my Migos?

[Chorus]
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Bow, bow, bow)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters

[Interlude]
DJ Genius
See the problem with like y'all n*ggas is?
Y'all one-hit n*ggas, man, haha (I am a genius)
See me, DJ Genius
[?] (We go gang)
(D-D-D-DJ Knight) Mig state monopoly (Let's go)
All my n*ggas got choppers, man
Ain't no one-hit other here, n*gga (We some killers)
The man, the myth, the legend
[?], b*tch
[Chorus]
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Bow, bow, bow)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Yes)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Bow, bow)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Yes)

[Verse]
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
All my b*tches got that brain like a calc computer (Dat brain)
Call of Duty, Migo Gang, you know we some shooters (Bow, bow)
Call the plug for that gas, tell him he need to refuel us (That gas)
And I'm callin' up my jeweller, put more ice up in my Muller (Get lights)
Loud come from Amsterdam and that white come from Cuba (I got it)
Don't want to be him, so conceited, you can ask your b*tch who's cuter (Who cuter?)
I stay draped up in them True Religions like I am a Buddha (Them Trues)
I got illegal immigrants, won't hesitate to shoot ya (Migos)
On the block early, real loud, like I was a rooster (Real loud)
34’s on my chevy, man, I think I need a booster (Oh)
I'll finesse you out your pack, I'll Reggie Bush you, I will juke you (Juke)
Bando trapper got bazooka, M-16, laser beam
Hollow steam, Listerine, Kush make me look Chinese
Free my n*gga Westside, shout out to my n*gga Offset (Shouts out)
What's up to my n*gga Quavo? (Shouts out, shouts out, what's up? What's up? What's up?)
What's up to my n*gga, Willie Mac?
Shouts out to JJ (Shouts out)
What's up? Y'all stupid
Red blood diamonds in my neck, look like cupid (Ew)
Foreign car, foreign broad, designer gear
Foreign kush rolled in my cigar (What?)
I'm a boss b*tch
I do just what the f*ck I want (I do) n*gga what you want (What?)
I got kush pack underarm (Ew) in my convertible foreign (It's foreign)
Make it rain, thunderstorm (Rain) Yellow diamonds in my arms (Oh)
Sip that dirty sprite, all night, and I won't wake up 'til the morning (That sleep)
[Outro]
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Bow, bow, bow)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Yes)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Bow, bow)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Say what?)
Ain't no one hitman, b*tch all my n*ggas is some shooters (Yes)
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