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