Lil Jay - Shooter lyrics

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Lil Jay - Shooter lyrics

[Hook: Lil Jay] You can't hang with me if you ain't a shooter And you can't hit my weed if you ain't a shooter Where I'm from we like Glocks and we like Rugers You can get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler This one right here for my shooters Yeah, this one right here for my shooters I'm from 063, we like them Glocks and Rugers Get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler [Verse 1: Lil Jay] b**h it's Clout Lord and I only f** with shooters I only shoot them Glocks, Smith and Wesson's and the Ruger If I call up Tuenchi 26 then he come do ya' All you hear is click-clack, boom, boom at ya' medulla Ridin' roun' town on some Forgis like a scooter All my n***as BDK, we drop l's for them losers Rob a n***a for his wrap, take a snatch off his Medusa I only smoke that dopey-dope, that pack I smoke is super Catch a n***a broad day and my n***as get to shootin' You ain't from the streets, n***a, just stick to hoopin' b**h I'm Clout Lord, I could give a f** who you is If you ain't with the gang, get in tune, n***a, you stupid b**h I'm double O, I know you heard about me I'm from Saint Lawrence, that Tookaville, we post on 063 Everywhere I go you know them shooters come with me And if a n***a f** with me, on the G, you D-I-E, gang [Hook] [Verse 2: Kemoney] Said shout out to my partners shootin' We screaming hot boy, on the block, me and my partners coolin' Them n***as talkin', they ain't 'bout it, they don't ever do it n***as creep up on 'em, blowin' out that stolen Buick I got Ms. Nina, best believe she bustin' 33 I put mud on any n***a tryna' dirty me Momma told me, "Boy you really startin' a worry me" And you ain't never been through Prov if you ain't heard of Ke' 400 for a .40, that ain't cheap This Bentley-Bentley got your shawty all on me Straight droppin' so I'm taking n***as teeth And I'd rather stay awake cause I been shaking in my sleep And I'm steady smoking ho like it's hookah Just like bubble gum, these bullets gon' chew through ya' Word to my poppa, b**h, I gotta chill with shooter I love my boy, I swear to God he got his Ruger, yeah [Hook]