Shooters Ambition
This that move maka two times shit
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My four pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing I love
Keep it on me just because run up on me I'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
He got excited first time
He got his hands on it
This that shit that turn
A boy into a man don't it
This that shit that slide
Around and kill ya man for it
He put shit down so you
Talk it you better stand on it
Cause he ain't tryna talk
No more with you niggas
Once his palms hit that pistol
He'll go to war with you niggas
Man that bull living vicious
He for sure bout his business
Funeral service with the
Bishops cause he did them like bishop
Boom boom boom
Couple niggas that was
Beefing now they bitching
They extent got some limits
But he extended with the clip in
They was trying to throw some fists
But that shit he throw ridiculous
Do you dirty when he dish it
Six feet under in them ditches
Killing make him feel he living
Man them demons got the best of him
Streets got the best of him
Swear ain't nothing left of him
First time he left something splattered
Made a mess of him
Took a life cause nigga life
Get no respect from him
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My four pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing I love
Keep it on me just because run up on me i'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
That boy was a good kid
Before he start popping cigs
But life was bias
Just envision what that trauma did
Got no guidance
Not to mention that his father dead
Times was trying
And he was trying to think god had cared
He don't remember the last time
That he was crying tears
That shit dried him out
Ain't have no one to dry his tears
Turn't his heart and soul cold
Now he a violent kid
One of them fighting kids
Who always had to fight for his
Stepped it up a notch
Problems he gone iron his
Get it straight
Ain't fighting fear
Try him he gone fire his
Some say he was obsessed
Some say he was possessed
With the bodies he would catch
Got reckless with his wreck
Crazy thing thinking back
Cause he was never that
Now that boy don't never lack
Cause he forever strapped
Aww that lil baby sweet
Old folks would tell him that
Now you tell him that he sweet
He let beretta's clap
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My 4pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing i love
Keep it on me just because run up on me i'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin' speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin' speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
That's how a g rock
Yea yea yea that's how a g rock
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My four pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing I love
Keep it on me just because run up on me I'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
He got excited first time
He got his hands on it
This that shit that turn
A boy into a man don't it
This that shit that slide
Around and kill ya man for it
He put shit down so you
Talk it you better stand on it
Cause he ain't tryna talk
No more with you niggas
Once his palms hit that pistol
He'll go to war with you niggas
Man that bull living vicious
He for sure bout his business
Funeral service with the
Bishops cause he did them like bishop
Boom boom boom
Couple niggas that was
Beefing now they bitching
They extent got some limits
But he extended with the clip in
They was trying to throw some fists
But that shit he throw ridiculous
Do you dirty when he dish it
Six feet under in them ditches
Killing make him feel he living
Man them demons got the best of him
Streets got the best of him
Swear ain't nothing left of him
First time he left something splattered
Made a mess of him
Took a life cause nigga life
Get no respect from him
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My four pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing I love
Keep it on me just because run up on me i'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
That boy was a good kid
Before he start popping cigs
But life was bias
Just envision what that trauma did
Got no guidance
Not to mention that his father dead
Times was trying
And he was trying to think god had cared
He don't remember the last time
That he was crying tears
That shit dried him out
Ain't have no one to dry his tears
Turn't his heart and soul cold
Now he a violent kid
One of them fighting kids
Who always had to fight for his
Stepped it up a notch
Problems he gone iron his
Get it straight
Ain't fighting fear
Try him he gone fire his
Some say he was obsessed
Some say he was possessed
With the bodies he would catch
Got reckless with his wreck
Crazy thing thinking back
Cause he was never that
Now that boy don't never lack
Cause he forever strapped
Aww that lil baby sweet
Old folks would tell him that
Now you tell him that he sweet
He let beretta's clap
I get a rush every time my gun bust
My 4pound is the only thing I trust
It's the only thing i love
Keep it on me just because run up on me i'ma up
Shots flying better duck
Boom boom boom
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin' speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
Said he on go like we can meet now
Ain't nothin' speak bout
Next thing you know somebody leaked out
Popped off and he shot
Think it's a game oh boy well he not
So boy you need not
Cause he gone bust it took the g route that's how a g rock
That's how a g rock
Yea yea yea that's how a g rock
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