Shooters Got Shooters

My shooters got shooters so what you wanna do
Bullets got you on froze you stuck like glue
No we can't cuff when I fuck I throw the oop
She wanna stay and come swerve up in the coop
But she know she a treeshy her new nigga ah lame cause he just wanna be me
I told my jeweler buss down with some vvs
He make a move we put em on tv
We gone uh hop out think it's fists till we pulling them glocks out
Got some shit that'll knock ya whole block out
They could smell what I cook like the rock out
Life is lit cause the whole gang up now
Don't get it twisted I still want a buss down
Put in work so don't say we got luck now
I think he mad cause his bitch tryna fuck now

Feds is tight cause my ooters maneuver
That 40 cal boom em yk How I do em
Shawty shaking her ass to my music
No I'm not a rapper don't get it confusing
Ima artist I'm painting the picture
I can't wait till my niggas get richer
Pass the zaza I don't fw liquor
When that henny come in then ah nigga die quicker
Rip to my dawgs free my bruddas that's locked
When you come home ima hit you with guwap
When I get me a deal that don't mean ima stop
Ima shoot to the stars when I get at the top
SBA lit I told B set up shop
Mata on mata I just want the top
He don't wanna make bread man that boy is flop
You get to turned to a stain when they gimmie the drop
Niggas is clubhouse gangstas Instagram bangers real life strangers
When you see me I'm toting that danger
Give em 33 shots like granger
Yeah we know that you told you a singer
Ain't the type to have problems just linger
You know you pussy you just got some anger
You ah get hit with that 30 round banger