Shooters Shoot. Lyrics

Red man, red man, blood all on the case

He a scared man, scared man, I see it in his face

To the bread man, bread man, that paper all I chase

What I said man led man, all up in the place

Now niqqa who

Who the one you thought that you could play wit niqqa who

Pull up like what's hatnin' hoes just don't know what to do huh

Everyday adaptin' imma always meet the loot

Ain't behind no cameras but you know the shooters shoot

Ain't gone front I been too pressure 16 I was popular

Used to stay inside avoiding eyes now I be poppin' up

He ain't nice like that it's just the beat proceed to mop him up

You fell for the hoe then had a kid it ain't no shock to us

Buying out bags and kisses

Fam done made it from rags to riches

Momma you raised a hell of a son

Now yo son got bags of bitches yeeuh

Plan to drag the missus

Know a few people with tags and stitches

You niqqas forgot where it is we live

You really ain't totin' no mags and switches nah

Perry dun landed hide

She told you she sleep lies

Just like R O B 49, she had hips no waist with thighs made it

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, left me traumatised

Red man, red man, blood all on the case

He a scared man, scared man, I see it in his face

To the bread man, bread man, that paper all I chase

What I said man led man, all up in the place

Now niqqa who

Who the one you thought that you could play wit niqqa who

Pull up like what's hatnin' hoes just don't know what to do huh

Everyday adaptin' imma always meet the loot

Ain't behind no cameras but you know the shooters shoot