Shooters (feat. Brazy Flow)

We don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say
Shit, fifty on me right now, yeah
It's that
Fifty on me right now

Fifty on me right now
Fifty on me right now
I put it on my soul, I hustle every day
Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates

How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints
Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace
And we don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say
Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face

And all my niggas shooters
When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver
I make him lay in his manure
Clips became bigger, the K don' got mature

I dog you with this cutter, your strays is gettin' neuter
Your brains became noodles, lagoony and ragout
Leave him all stringy, then stingy then make soup
Houdini up in a beanie, delete him, then Van Mousse

So stinky, it made puke, my artist like Sun Tzu
I eat him with this bitch, then dip like fondue
Mine field goes off whenever my mind feel
All time, prime time, you niggas just prime ribs

My bars too plain, my nigga, I'm blind gels
You be cappin' when you rappin' pop pops
Now lie still
I put it on my soul, I hustle every day

Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates
How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints
Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace
And we don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say

Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face
And all my niggas shooters
When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver
We ain't Most Hated for nothin', we'll beef with the whole city

We bumpin' Bolido when I slide out with that 50
I keep it with me, cause niggas say they gon' get me
I be shootin' up the party when niggas be gettin' jiggy
Got this clock up in my hand that mean it's homicide

I ain't tryna fight no ops, how many down to die
When I went to prison, I stabbed a nigga while feedin' up
He tried to run, but then his knee was stuck the yank he sweeped him up
We done spent a lot of nights up in the trap house

My wrist make a nigga bitch, go to flashin' out
Got this ice out the freezer, I'm like, who laughin' now
Water on water, my diamonds look like they actin' out damn
I put it on my soul, I hustle every day

Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates
How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints
Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace
And we don't give no fuck about what the judge gotta say

Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face
All my niggas shooters
When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver
Fifty on me right now

Fifty on me right now
Ooh, now that's platinum
Ooh, now that's platinum