Shooters

[Verse 1]

I ain't no killer but don't push me

I ain't playing bout paper

I ain't worried or guaranteed that them young niggas gon' spray ya

Ain't no ways to limit, they seen junior high, but he with it

But he faithfully let the chopper fly, he commit it

I say young nigga just get it

Young nigga just get it

Its hard for me to tell em don't do it when they know I did it

Extended clip 32 rounds I got 28 in it

Nigga don't make me pop the trunk ya know the AK stay in it

Tattoos and war wounds, wife beater with a big heater

I know kingpins lost their life over some dick eater

Pull up in this 2 seater

I don't fuck with you either

I pour up this 2 liter

Pull in yo hood and shoot people

I know its gon' pop off, you may throw up gang signs

We don't even practice, we just show up for gang time

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Is all your niggas shooters

All my niggas shooters

Is all yo bitches shooters

All my bitches shooters

[Verse 2]

Pour 40 on my bitch waist

She just got a gun like she was born and raised in the projects, but this bitch say she done a fight

They beefing in the club

Beefing in the club

Patting out the do', you gotta sneak it in the club

You looking for bullets and bricks, bitches weed and money

Might shoot off to the grizzly gang on any given Sunday

Granddaddy don't arrest me, I can see him coming

Messy bitch with me on twitter, she keep tweeting we running

Camouflage cargo shorts, pair of Jordan's I'm thugging

I got racks in every pocket and you ain't taking nothing

I'm surrounded with silent soldiers, they shoot over petty shit

Before you reach and make a move you already hit

[Hook]