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Shooter Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Take a quick swig of the liquor to loosen up
Illest sixteen that a human is spewing thus
I'm the sickest motherfucker till proven I'm not the one
Yeah, the mic is what I grip, motherfuckers better run
Pad is in my clip, so I spray it just for fun
Better watch your whip, cause bullets about to come
When your body falls limp, don't say I didn't front
When I warned you like a kid, cause all of you are my sons
Yeah, Nicki with the wig is the way that I'm going in
Take a hint from Jay and I follow his blueprint
Write a verse a day to be showing I got a gift
But the curse I gotta say is you having to coexist
With the jerk who goes to flame anybody that went and dissed
Say I don't got game, but you know that I never miss
Careful where you aim, cause glass houses can't take a brick
Shattered, MJ with his dunk in 86
Bitch, I'm in the middle of showing I'm not a twin
Little did we know that I came here to get the win
Jackpot in the casino, so I know I made it big
When I call in El Camino, while some of y'all taking Lyfts
Airport to airport, I fly in business
Economic whores can't handle this dick
Michael Rapaport, I'm balling like the Knicks
I go crazy on this court like I'm fucking Jeremy Lin
Take a quick swig of the liquor to loosen up
Illest sixteen that a human is spewing thus
I'm the sickest motherfucker till proven I'm not the one
Yeah, the mic is what I grip, motherfuckers better run
Pad is in my clip, so I spray it just for fun
Better watch your whip, cause bullets about to come
When your body falls limp, don't say I didn't front
When I warned you like a kid, cause all of you are my sons
Yeah
Take a quick swig of the liquor to loosen up
Illest sixteen that a human is spewing thus
I'm the sickest motherfucker till proven I'm not the one
Yeah, the mic is what I grip, motherfuckers better run
Pad is in my clip, so I spray it just for fun
When your body falls limp, don't say I didn't front
When I warned you like a kid, cause all of you are my sons
Yeah, fired up in Phoenix, my bars be pure iron
Yours are just anemic, they sounding real tired
Michelin star for bars, I deal with higher games of chess
Till I'm king, Edward Lillie is the best
Know the name, write it down, just to say it with your chest
Cause I know you're looking down while you see I never rest
Sleep is how you're looking for that nearest thing to death
Guess you're not really cousins if you ain't feel the stress, yes
Fuck a family picture, bitch, I am the only one
Son of mother nature and born of times to come
Future hall of famer, but now I'm on the run
There ain't nothing greater than me and fucking drums
Give me any beat, I'm bound to go dumb
Follow E3 for what he will become
All y'all mini-me's are just not the one
Yeah, you lacking synergy, packing raps with similes
There ain't nothing similar about either our deliveries
If you ain't figure it out, then visit a distillery
Sipping royal crown is where I found artillery
Take a quick swig of the liquor to loosen up
Illest sixteen that a human is spewing thus
I'm the sickest motherfucker till proven I'm not the one
Said, the sickest motherfucker till proven I'm not the one
Yeah