Gucci Mane - Shooter lyrics

Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house Its a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, f** it, n***a lets shoot it out Walk up from my spot, see I dont have a seat I just been there, 5 shoot outs last week He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen Nobody make a move n***a when Scooter handling bizness Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol Get your b**h a** down n***a, motherf**ing move n***a Hood rich! Break up to your sister, Im a sunder in the runner I dont give a damn about it, but I make n***as with the tunner I got money in the jungle, tryina pop a kish kush Me and Scooter aint twins but we got twin choppers I Waka Flocka Flame a n***a hit em with the yapa Im a street n***a, never be a partner to a copper What the f** going on n***a? Who the f** let these police a** n***a in? I dont know f** at the spot n***a Snitching a** n***as got caught with a brick Same day call my phone for 30 seats I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick f** the police thats why I rep about them bricks I aint did it n***a, but these bricks get remix When the choppa start spitting, n***a gonn get split n***a rob me in the car, while it was 1996 Ever since the day, them n***as trying me since Bow down bruh Tell my n***a Raj here in 96 No, you get out boy You did You still gotta pay n***a owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago Seen him in the club, n***as shot him in the throat Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold And I still got a lot of shooters on the pay roll I dont Scooter I got shooters You got a shooter? Aye man what? Get it down by that fresh man, youre sitting by the counter? I need em bruh Yea, let em in Aye, open the door n***a I need 50 of them pretty mills, this n***a at the store He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go? I hope it is, cause if it is, my shooters, they on go Shooter on the Scooter, brain them both He runnin right right now, she just came from way up the road 10 millimeter with 30 shots, make your f**in head explode I got a traphouse mansion with some hard wood floors Cant come in, I got burglar bar doors Trap going crazy, but I got it under control I just bust them open, fix em up and move them out the door Hoodest n***a in this building, man get Scooter on the phone Im like a NBA coach, cause I keep shooters at my home All I know I never seen his face in my life Street smart so I know this n***a aint right Pull up at my spot, country car hit your lights Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house Its a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, f** it, n***a lets shoot it out Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house Its a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, f** it, n***a lets shoot it out