Shooters

Yeah, turn my mic up
High as fuck, fuckin' bomboclaat
Bitch, haha, ah
I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it
I’m in the back of the 'Bach
And I be sippin' on Act'
She suck my dick for a stack
She let me beat up her cat
Pop it up, top with a Glock
I let her ride on the top
And if want it, I cop
I got the key to the safe and the lot
Choppa all black like Barack
Used to be slangin' them rocks
And we gon' shine like a moth
Shooters comin' and they will not stop
Her pussy ain’t nothing, but I tater tot
Sellin' out shows and we rock
Play with my nigga, we Rock-a-fella
Choppa gon' sound like acapella
I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it
Pull up in somethin' mean
Pull up with AR’s with beams
Havin' meetings with your big homie
You still callin' for green
We get caught for green
You a
Bust up all them flags
That’s how your ass will get dragged in
tryin’a turn me with two deuces
That’s your ass boy
Lookin' like a sad boy
I’m a rap boy, in a fast car
I don’t ask y’all, but you got questions
I’ve got answers
I ain’t even playin' with y’all
I’m big chiefin' like cancer
I’ve got some shooters, they gon' kill for me
Someone havin' meetings with your big homie
Pull up to my show, I got them sticks on me
Lookin' like I hit a damn lick on it