Six Shooter Lyrics

I'm a sick shooter, with my six shooter (ha)

Toting my bazooka, and I'm about to shoot you

I'm a sick shooter, with my six shooter (ha)

Toting my bazooka, and I'm about to shoot you

I'm counting up hundreds, you ain't even seen a .50

Talking .50 caliber, I'll swing it like Excalibur

I'm whipping in my challenger, I think I need a councilor

I move it legitly, I'm running the city

They try to forget me, I don't want your pity

I'm fucking a bitty, and she kinda pretty

I'm counting up hundreds, you ain't seen a .50

'Cause my hands always better, I'm gonna tote my berretta

40 tucked deep, no suppressor, loved her loud why would I suppress her

Got her panties on my dresser, 'cause her pussy like some treasure

Don't ask her if she's had better, 'cause I know I got her wetter

Take the snap, I'm under center

Dropping back, and then I read the play

Weaving through defenders, and I'll do this shit like everyday (ha)

This shit started sounding cliche

So I'll throw a bomb no Nagasaki

She gon' ride me, Kawasaki

Eat me up like calamari

She got a horse, but ain't no charlie

Actually scratch that going back

She got an obese donkey, cause her ass is fat

(braa, braa braa)

(pop, pop, pop)

(skrrrrrrrrt)

(skrrt skrrt)

But the point is you ain't even seen a .50

Talking .50 caliber, I'll swing it like Excalibur

I'm whipping in my challenger, I think I need a councilor

I move it legitly, I'm running the city

They try to forget me, I don't want your pity

I'm fucking a bitty, and she kinda pretty

I'm counting up hundreds, you ain't seen a .50

I'm a sick shooter, with my six shooter

Counting up my cash because I'm toting my bazooka

Try to go and press me, blast, I'mma go and shoot you

Ball like I am 23 cause you know I'm a hooper

'Cause my hands always better, I'm gonna tote my berretta

.40 tucked deep, no suppressor, loved her loud why would I suppress her

Got her panties on my dresser, 'cause her pussy like some treasure

Don't ask her if she's had better, I know that I got her wetter

(ha, ha, ha)

You don't like me, eat dirt

You just follow the herd

You can't get your shit heard

Flying I'm the big bird

Cause it's fuck you, and what you've fucking heard

You have no clue, I've put in the fucking work

Put in all that work, Got blood on my shirt

Put him in the earth, 12 feet under dirt

Been this way since birth, 60's never hurt

Then I myself is this shit worth (uh)

Put him in a hearse, put him in the dirt

Stacking up my money, yeah I know my worth

Never tell the truth, you a motherfucking serpent

Leave you fucking dead, you'll be a fish right on the surface

Put him in a hearse, put him in the dirt

Stacking up my money, yeah I know my worth