Durag Dynasty - Shooters lyrics

[k**er Ben] The ma**acre slashy, a ball and a plane pa**enger The dope rhyme probable cause from the drug trafficker John Fonte make a c**aine canister Presidential pardon, I'm the campaign manager We in the big league, soaring over the amateurs Super max level, they rap smash you characters You wouldn't hurt a flea with malaria You are dirt under my shovel, that's why I bury ya About shootin, not destitute Til you may stay in school while I bless my loop Put a cross around my head til I bless the dead From the moment I awake til I rest my head Slow pace, speed it up, don't look down, I'm headed up Took a long shot with a twin block and wet it up Bullet shower, led on a land spread, no letting up Til I see the white of his eyes he ain't getting up [Hook: TriState] Do that sh**, yea do it Ice griller, general mills and get bruisers Flash your little cannon on us – you better use it If it's guns going off in the spot then we the shooters Yea do that sh**, yea do it Keep thinkin life is a game, you gonna lose it Flash your little cannon on us – you better use it If it's guns going off in the spot then we the shooters [Planet Asia] This sh** like you wanna pull a leg Rappers is full of sh** and a room of guns is full of clips You ought to just quit, dollars is spent On yo head like the shotty from a nautica trench And this is edge To leave em dead, ridin the snitch Get yo stocks like my 501's, spray then dretch Blow yo spot like grenades with grip like a bad trip When I see blood like I was raised to crip Too many j**els go to f** with these fools though I master my circumference, resurrect mummies from out the tombstone Most flyest, mosaic Told the riot, pump load and fire, it's luck you and yo sightin That's how we show improve with the science Move with the iron, supplyin shots, choppa like fire hydrants And that was auto-pilot, with all kind of violence Good put the strongest on a wider diet, try it [Hook] [TriState] Yes we discriminate, b**h made and I ain't impressed I'll turn yo corn rolls to French breads and give you a dress With a slip and some high heel pumps cuz n***as is punk Holdin that Little John, tryna get sh** crunk This is juice, prove error with terror Take of error with berettas Leanin out of slammed doors, Carrera stop frontin My n***as pull yo stuffin out the oven over nothing Quick to have yo stove top jumpin, jaw jacker Clack you like racist a** crackers I ain't racist, I just hate lazy a** rappers Crazy a** fashion, hat master hoodie that I'm splashin Complement the bird that I'm smashin Aloha, mahalos from the rallow foot soldier that will roast ya Squad up like a fresh pot of forgers, n***a hold up The sole controller on the lower with the cobras Get yo little bumper car towed up, we are not doin it [Hook]