Silent Shooters ft. Qso Lyrics

(hm, Slime Souljas)

Slime Souljas

I'm on a jet carry on

Hit out the park barry bonds

huh, im with my soldiers

I'm with lil ko we got shooters that knocked off his noodles

huh ,I just passed khris a new ruger

They asking who's qso don't worry that's my shooter

(PHTT, PHTTT PHHTT)

I might just recruit him

Might just recruit him (uh)

Look how i'm stepping im shooting (uh)

Got my boys we never losing (uh)

Slime soulja season we moving (uh)

I'm moving a kilo

I'm counting the peso

I cook up a yayo

These niggas gonna stay broke

Stay broke you hating yeah that is a no no

Got me some new chanel matched it with polo

Stay with the strap on me know i'm never solo

Don't conversate with them niggas they all broke

Private my flight man i'm off to chicago

Most of my gang tote machetes

I'm on your block best be ready

Chop up the opp like spaghetti

Spin through his block you ain't ready

I hold the chop up so steady

I whip the chop up so steady

Aim my new sight yeah i'm deadly

223's came at ya belly

All that i had was just locked in the celly

Go the mall just to cop me chanley

All of my diamonds they cold and they heavy

I tried to flourish but they wouldn't let me

Pick up these racks

Don't put it back

Ice on my neck man i have ice attack

(talking that shit man just come get back)

(just come get it back)

They ask me qso, "how do you flow on these beats?" i don't know

I just be getting my cheese and

pesos

I just be counting the dough smoke that dope

Got me a bitch and she strip on the pole

I been in the gym man i really get swole

I really get trimm yeah my swag that's for sure

I look at your bitch and she knock on my door

I really get rich and i never been poor

I pour up the sprite

I sip on that dirty

I got me like 30

I ball like i'm curry

I ball like i'm curry i ball like i'm curry

I pop me a perky and i said it was 30

Them drugs that be killing me hurting me slowly

Im never alone but i always feel lonley

Counting the euros i feel like ginobili

I got the black mamba i feel like i koby

Never been a athlete never had a jersey

Trying to make it the rap game i'm thirsty

I'm coming from the top ain't no one stop stop me

Ima be the fucking best with a AR you better watch me

No cap when i rap everything i say about me

Everything i say true, boy you know i rock tru

I be counting them blues, gang neva gonna lose

I be getting to the money what the fuck is your excuse?

I be trapping out the bando i might pour up a lil deuce

Got chaneley, got designer shoes

Finna quit smoking so i can think shit through