Songtext Shooter Styles P

Shooter

Featuring Snyp & A.P.

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

You niggas is back it’s what they sayin when they hear paper spittin out
A sit down’s all that took em, back on my settlement
Trapped in the glitch, young pitch I used to get down
Hit me with a sonogram, Kitorade 6 pack
But that’s another issue, RIP with my brother Thistle
I keep it close like it was so I ain’t got a pistol
See I’mma meth lab, 4 trailers used to boil crystal
Got popped, walked away, no lawyer issue
That’s what they call official, yea I’m a boss
See I fuck with DC niggas, all them Philly boys get it
Ain’t your wifey, is it? I hope not
I might have a backstage dressing room, door locked
I wanted, I throw cock, you sound like you’re full popped
I’m as real as it get, that’s something you shall not
I’m a wide old nigga that live it, I’m so lost
And you niggas can’t relax, step foot in your own block

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

These niggas ain’t lookin for the raw, they don’t mention my name
Snipe life shit is hard, call em balls of pain
Runnin up in these dope spot, guard the cane
Stacks in your chain, cock back, spock your brain
Dang, the hardest clique in the game, we be the next G’s
With no security, the shooters like detect screens
I’m in and out like kissin SP
Loadin up a fresh hit while I’m blowin the best weed
With 3 dykes I’m tearin the whole night up
Break him for his stash, he’s packed now put your ice up
This for the niggas that’s still bitten with life
Type that run up in your cell then slice ya
But all you whack ass rappers, you getting robbed in the cypher
Cuz I ain’t got time so put your mics up
Snipe life, about paper and ghost
Nigga 3 of america’s most, straight gutta

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

G’s love me cuz I rap like they normal shooter
Bitches love me, they said I could seduce medusa
Fuck the voodoo lady in the bed, snatch the rooster
Kill a thing – cook it
If you don’t wanna see death then close your eyes
And why the fuck is you lookin?
Polo’s bucket on while I’m buckin’ the 4-5
Run up in the dope spot like fuck it we all die
Grenade with the pin out, ooves and shotgun
Driving like faster, on the wheel for the spin out
You niggas celebrate all the gangsta niggas that win out
BDS, yea 3rd lane nigga
Your address on my GPS, you bird brain nigga
I hear it’s in yo house, whatever’s in yo safe in yo house
You think about with the tapes on yo mouth
Go ahead and live it up, nigga then give it up
If you a stick up kid, fuck it I pick you up wuddup

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

This is for the shooters, stabbers, late night stranglers
Run up in the dope spot, niggas that’ll clap ya
Ain’t shit funny cuz it’s money that we after
Robbin on you fuckin whack rappers

D Block