Shooter

[Intro] Yeah, aha Word, P [Verse] I'm from a side that gets no sunshine Don't cross these enemy lines Bruh, my niggas is hungry, you look like lunchtime I'm on the frontline, and when It's go time, I pack mine Follow no guidelines, thug in my bloodline, fuck one time Chasin' after euros while kickin' shit like judo Can't hang with the clan, you ain't 'bout it, you gets no kudos I'm rollin' fat blunts, the same size of sumos It's dark deep, vicious, it move like a pack of kujos You the type of nigga, game on the line You missed the freethrow I'm the type of nigga, stare at me wrong, snuck through your pupil Fuck with me, it'll cost ya, my partners are trained of us Niggas be super loud 'til the barrels in this shit talk up Maneuver through shit with elegance Dog nigga with arrogance Blowin' on disparagin', only smoke the fine delikats Ain't down with the pack, then it's simple, you just irrelevant I'm off the leash Mad dog hunt with bad temperament Niggas sweeter than pastries And I'm strapped like the Navies Have 'em pushin' up daisies, I'm sorry, South Memphis made me Leave 'em floatin' with groupers, my dogs are life-removers Niggas I got shooters, I send 'em at you through Uber It's nothin', we move in silence Probably in bushes hidin' Never been lot about it, especially when we ridin' Niggas won't understand, but they will when gun in hand Get 'em while he's at home, creepin' window like Bruh, man, steady hustlin' Don't play, boy, you know the math Decide to cross the path, best believe, nigga, that ya ask And your bitch, she ain't loyal, she ain't shit, you need to get her Know she be screamin' my name when y'all fuckin', and I ain't even hit her Nigga