Shooters
Uh, shooter's shootin
Shooter's shootin'
I got shooters, I got shooters
And they shooter's shootin'
Shooter's shootin'
Yeah they shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin' out the Wesson
Like Collin Sexton
Hotel parties in the west end
Yung Finn be flexin'
At the scene, yo' bitch on me
Just like she obsessin'
I wonder why they hate on me
I guess it's slight depressin'
She call my phone I never answer
Got shit to handle
Like I went and got a bag and now they want a handout
Y'all be fake friends for the clout, you must be a scammer
I put my money to my mouth, my pockets fat like hamsters
Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm Thugger, so it's fuck cancer
And shawty fuckin' for the funds, she say she a dancer
Glocks and bitches gettin' loose, they too hot to handle
But don't let em in yo' room, cuz they might fuck the bands up
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
They say fake it 'til you make it
But bitch I can't fake it
I'm throwin' bands
On bad bitches cause they love to shake it
All my diamonds look like snowflakes
You can check my bracelet
Yo' hoe dipped up out the bed and gave me head just face it
I'm whippin' the benz just to face it
This uzi gon' give you a face-lift
I'm whippin' the benz while I'm lifted
Smokin' the gas while I'm lifted
Pussy be cap like a fitted
Alla my dogs they with it
Ate the beat up and I shitted
Ate the beat up and I shitted
Shooter's shootin'
I got shooters, I got shooters
And they shooter's shootin'
Shooter's shootin'
Yeah they shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin' out the Wesson
Like Collin Sexton
Hotel parties in the west end
Yung Finn be flexin'
At the scene, yo' bitch on me
Just like she obsessin'
I wonder why they hate on me
I guess it's slight depressin'
She call my phone I never answer
Got shit to handle
Like I went and got a bag and now they want a handout
Y'all be fake friends for the clout, you must be a scammer
I put my money to my mouth, my pockets fat like hamsters
Bitch I'm ballin' like I'm Thugger, so it's fuck cancer
And shawty fuckin' for the funds, she say she a dancer
Glocks and bitches gettin' loose, they too hot to handle
But don't let em in yo' room, cuz they might fuck the bands up
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
Shooter's shootin'
Shootin' out the Wesson
Look like Collin Sexton
Parties in the west end
Yung Finn
Yung Finn he be flexin'
And he be finnessin'
Yo' hoe she obsessin'
They say fake it 'til you make it
But bitch I can't fake it
I'm throwin' bands
On bad bitches cause they love to shake it
All my diamonds look like snowflakes
You can check my bracelet
Yo' hoe dipped up out the bed and gave me head just face it
I'm whippin' the benz just to face it
This uzi gon' give you a face-lift
I'm whippin' the benz while I'm lifted
Smokin' the gas while I'm lifted
Pussy be cap like a fitted
Alla my dogs they with it
Ate the beat up and I shitted
Ate the beat up and I shitted
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Writer(s): Joona Kielek
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