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Shooter - Chopped & Screwed
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I heard some shots like down on the floor
Now even louder we got shooters shooters shooters
I turn around I was staring at chrome
Shotgun watch his door got security good
Jump right over counter point gun at winky tell him
I'm your shooter shooter shooter
I'm heading heading heading heading
Hands up my hands up they want they
Want play with my hands up no shooter
I'm heading heading heading heading
Hands up my hands up they want they
Want play with my hands up no shooter
So many doubt cause I come from the south
But when I open up my mouth all bullets come out
So many doubt cause I come from the south
But when I open up my mouth all bullets come out
So many doubt cause I come from the south
But when I open up my mouth all bullets come out bang
Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray helping y'all see the fake
I'm just trying to be the great trying to get a piece of cake
Take it off of your plate eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic Weezy bitch I keep spittin
All riches riches and all switches switches
Hey hey no no no no sir no
They talking about shooters shooters guns girls ladies guns
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
Mama I think they think
I think they want me to surrender
No no I think they think
Me think they want me to surrender
To the radio stations I'm tired of being patient
Stop being rapper racists region haters
Spectators dictators behind door dick takers it's outrageous
You don't know how sick you make us
I wanna throw up like chips in Vegas
But this is southern face it
If we too simple then y'all don't get the basics
Think she walks into the circle surprise
Dropped to her knees ask for her life ask for her life
This that bitch is gonna get it
Everybody gon' regret it
I'm your shooter
I'm heading heading heading heading
Hands up my hands up they want they
Want play with my hands up no shooter
I'm heading heading heading heading
Hands up my hands up they want they
Want play with my hands up no shooter
Socks soaking wet I've been running y'all I reload
Every hundred yards I'm coming for her
You better know me Lil Wayne just call me lord
Hard take pain like Tylenols
Way way past poor far
I'm some shit you never saw
I take you to a shoot out baby win lose or draw
And then they ask who when where how and
My reply was simply pow
Mama I think they think
Me think they want me to surrender
No no I think they think
Me think they want me to surrender
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