Shooters Lyrics

Yeah, my shooters, they real killers, they outside

Yeah, my shooters, they real killers, they outside

If they want the smoke, they finna make sure you die

I got real shooters, yeah, they real killers, they outside

Yeah, my shooters ride or die

If they want the smoke, they finna make sure you die

And if you wanna fuck

Shawty, you should hit my line

Rolling with the stick

Yeah, I never leave the nine

Yeah

In the metro, we go boom

Flying out the scene

In the whip, we finna zoom

Got this little bitch

We finna fuck in my room

Fat in the ass

Yeah, you need what she consume

Cash out

She got an ass, blow her back out

I got a whole new bag now

G-nineteen make 'em fan out

I got shooters and they ride or die

Yeah, my brother, he's a killer, you might die inside

Yeah, there ain't nowhere to go, you can try and hide

Yeah, know we're coming in with a different supply

If you wanna die

I got real shooters, yeah, they real killers, they outside

Yeah, my shooters ride or die

If they want the smoke, they finna make sure you die

And if you wanna fuck

Shawty, you should hit my line

Rolling with the stick

Yeah, I never leave the nine

Sorry, I'm done with this shit

Yeah, now I said, baby, stop

TikTok, got your bitch up on my cock

She just loves the bands, that's why shawty wanna fuck

Talk to all my brothers, yeah, we sure keep it a buck

Girl, listen to me, now we (uh)

Smoking zaza, see the fumes

Everything is a cartoon

Metro Boomin make it boom

Finna blow like a balloon

Don't know what you're finna do

But brotha, if you want the smoke

I got real shooters, yeah, they real killers, they outside

Yeah, my shooters ride or die

If they want the smoke, they finna make sure you die

And if you wanna fuck

Shawty, you should hit my line

Rolling with the stick

Yeah, I never leave the nine

No, I never leave the nine