letra de i’m a shooter (outro) - young olt
[intro]
uh
yeah, yeah
gang, gang
(open the door, put this glock to your face like “h-llo”)
[hook]
bad b-tch with some thick lips, told her use her mouth
big stick with a big clip, i got the ruger out
he say he a shooter
frr, frr, who a shooter now?
late night, and i’m counting racks but i keep losing count
hit that then forget that, call a uber now
big racks, i mean big stacks, i got a huge amount
gas pack by the pound, i need a hookah now
pull up we gon’ knock him down
told him “i’m a shooter now”
[verse]
wrist heavy, break down the watch put ice up in that mu’f-cka
touch my chain fah, you will die about this mu’f-cka
yeah this chain shine but don’t touch it
pocket full of iron and i’ll bust it
i didn’t pay all this cash for the whip just for nothin’
so police get behind me, you know i’ma dust him
hol’ up, no i’m back again
i pull up with 30’s, “’round of applause” cause i’m clappin’ sh-t
throw these bullets at him like a spear, you thinking i’m african
choppa hit him, make him disappear, no this ain’t a magic trick
i’ll whip yo head, like willow
i got that rock and i’m moving the soft, like pillow
young n-gga ball like carmelo
open the door, put this glock to your face like “h-llo”
h-llo, b-tch got smacked with the metal
metal, i light it up like a candle
candle, he want me to front him but h-ll no
if you ain’t got it all stupid b-tch get the h-ll on
glocks don’t got no safe
and i’m holding these racks i ain’t got no safe
n-gga come at me wrong, he ain’t got no face
up the glock on his ass i’ma pop his face, woah
my n-ggas really step on sh-t, i don’t care ’bout what you talm’ ’bout
every n-gga like to talk they sh-t ’till they see pistols sparking out
yeah, all my n-ggas drop ’em down
bah, bah, bah
“aye what’s that sound?”
that hunnid ’round
who talking now?
[hook]
bad b-tch with some thick lips, told her use her mouth
big stick with a big clip, i got the ruger out
he say he a shooter
frr, frr, who a shooter now?
late night, and i’m counting racks but i keep losing count
hit that then forget that, call a uber now
big racks, i mean big stacks, i got a huge amount
gas pack by the pound, i need a hookah now
pull up we gon’ knock him down
told him “i’m a shooter now”
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