Colonel Loud - Shooters lyrics

[Intro-Colonel Loud] Uhh, its your boy Colonel Loud Know what I'm talkin bout Them muthaf**in shooters n***a Yuh, um We got n***as out here, thinking they doing something Might cross a n***a for a little bit of bread, but n***as ain't worried bout that sh**, man I ain't gotta get dirty my n***a I'm a muthaf**ing boss, jefe n***a, I got shooters [Hook-Colonel Loud] I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip [Verse 1-Project Pat] My dope in the plastic No questions asking Robbery squad, with out masking Choppers with scopes [?] the hoes Square a** n***a, livin with hoes Russian rifle, with the banana clippers It'll tame everyone of you, monkey a** n***as n***a ran off with the drop, he got shot Tried to run off in the spot, he got popped Young n***as k** anything for the guap Tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop Its payback b**h, thats why the bullets sailing Took your head off, and yo b**h got to screaming Y'all was on a date, bullets got to raining Brains on the gla**, what the f** was he thinking? Crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce Get yo a** blowed off, running off at the jaw [Hook-Colonel Loud] I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip [Verse 2-Colonel Loud] Lil n***a laying in the bushes, waiting for your a** to hit the front door Catch a p**y n***a close range, leave his a** laying on the front porch What it look like? I ain't pull the triggas, all this motherf**ing money that I'm making I'm a boss in these Carolina streets, I seen a lot a rap n***as out faking You ain't bout that life my n***a, you ain't never dozed off in the trap Waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack My young boy got a Glock that holds 17 He been shooting since he 12, now he 17 Don't let my little n***a pull up on that Chevy thing He don't give a f**, when he done, be spraying everything And thats a motherf**ing truth See my shooters? They'll shoot When I give the green light they don't ask no questions they just do what it do I'm a motherf**ing boss Keep thinking I'm soft I don't get my hands dirty, I send my young boys, they'll knock your a** off [Hook-Colonel Loud] I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip [Verse 3-Shy Glizzy] The one and the only, the Jefe You play with my set, it get messy Let n***as play with my fetti Watch me swing round that weight like I'm [?] These n***as funny like Eddie (Murphy) I told your b**h here go a Bezzy (She Thirsty) I got two b**hes in Beverley, said that I'm buying one Louis, one Fendi Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom) I got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it) Your girlfriend, yes she's a chooser You can have her back that b**h a j**eler Clip hanging out like a ruler (bang) It's big glizzy, b**h yes I'm the ruler (bang, bang) They don't want no work, they not stupid Have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh) Chase 7 [?], I mean the [?], [?] never k**ed, If I don't? Well of course All of these diamonds look like Mr. Floss I spend the bands, I don't care what it costs I tell my young n***a, off And he get to taking them off Glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, You better bout face for them all [Hook-Colonel Loud] I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My n***as they ride with the rugers I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters You know that my young boys will do ya I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters Don't come in my trap with that bullsh** I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters My young boy he dumping that whole clip