INTERNET SHOOTER Lyrics

New channel bag

I got some drip from overseas coming with new tags

Whip exotic, wheels exotic, shit goes too fast

I'm in a rover bend her over fuck her new ass

Drip all on my body fresh to death like its some new ash

He's an internet shooter

He don't really got a strap he just types on computers

I know he mad, really mad cause his bitch say I'm cuter

Well since you mad, here's a bag I'm finna take her to hooters

Really running to the cash, don't you make me bring the racks out

I got the type of shit that make a pussy tap out

And I got the shit you try to flex but cap bout

I'm talking bout a glock two three that's on my lap right now

Vibin up in outer space, took her on a dinner date, now she coming to my place

I told the bitch to put her pussy on my waist

I got a whole lot of bread but shorty got a lot of cake, okay

We go up, We go up, We go up

Pour a double does inside of my cup

Too high too high, fucked up

In mars in mars wassup

New channel bag

I got some drip from overseas coming with new tags

Whip exotic, wheels exotic, shit goes too fast

I'm in a rover bend her over fuck her new ass

Drip all on my body fresh to death like its some new ash

He's an internet shooter

He don't really got a strap he just types on computers

I know he mad, really mad cause his bitch say I'm cuter

Well since you mad, here's a bag I'm finna take her to hooters

I live the high life

Making songs up in the stu, record like all night

And I'm making money guess this is my highlight

She wanna fuck right, forty keep it tucked right

I guess its all right

Getting high with the bro's

Double r its just a rolls

Bitch I already nutted, why you wanna fuck some more?

I think I really had enough, its time for you to go

Remember you is just a sneaky link, ill keep you on the low

New channel bag

I got some drip from overseas coming with new tags

Whip exotic, wheels exotic, shit goes too fast

I'm in a rover bend her over fuck her new ass

Drip all on my body fresh to death like its some new ash

He's an internet shooter

He don't really got a strap he just types on computers

I know he mad, really mad cause his bitch say I'm cuter

Well since you mad, here's a bag I'm finna take her to hooters