FYMOB - Shooter lyrics

(Verse 1:Pierre) Glock 40 with extendo clip For these p**y n***as talkin that sh** Blowing a zip with my shooters & sh** plotting on how we gonna get rich My whole team is legit Never stressing over a b**h Cause we got all these hoes busting it open for the click n***as these days be so lame Trading they soul for the fame But I'm just keeping it trilla Nobody is reala Can't change me for no change Ima keep smoking On these strains & f**ing all these dames So y'all haters can't stop me I Smoke till I'm sloppy Yo girl gives me sloppy Run it like rocky I'm sorry not sorry She callin me papi We riding in masei's The top is declining My n***as is styling Your n***as are wild & My shooter's a k**er That n***a is violent & he stay by my right side Try your luck if you wanna Toting that Glock 45 you can't say I didn't warn ya (Hook: Pierre) FYMOB going to the top you know the deal & yes I keep a small circle cause you p**y n***as ain't real My shooter keep that 45 tucked in on his hip & if we start that f**in off we busting down yo sh** Because my shooter keep them clips Not talkin movie clips x4