lirik lagu shooters – bo$barr & ocho savage
[hook: bo$$barr]
stay on the block wit’ my shooters
my young boys keep them rugers
i’ll call my hittas they’ll shoot ya
we send them shots at yo medulla (2x)
[verse 1: bo$$barr]
block boyz that’s my f-ckin’ gang
i’m bout to heat this sh-t no fire flames
run i’m up on you wit’ that .45
this choppa bussin’ fire feel this f-ckin’ flame
young i’m not for the bullsh-t
give yo hoe -ss a full clip
i’m just tryna’ feed my family
this rap sh-t come in handy
these n-gg-s wanna f-ckin’ try me
a young n-gg- so c-cky
y’all gon make me catch a hommie
i call my shooters boy it’s 50 for yo body (d-mn!)
got bars spittin’ real sh-t like (d-mn!)
keisha used to tell me to pull up my (pants)
almost got kicked out of school for sellin’ (grams)
now i’m gettin money motherf-cker i’m the (man!)
[hook: bo$$barr]
stay on the block wit’ my shooters
my young boys keep them rugers
i’ll call my hittas they’ll shoot ya
we send them shots at yo medulla (2x)
[verse 2: ocho savage]
i’m ocho savage i be blowin’
switch the flow up i be goin’
good gas i be really stuck
if a n-gg- hatin’ nina show em love
i ran down on em but i sent him up
roll up the windows h-ts out bentley truck
my designer sh-t n-gg- that’s a must
my designer b-tch got a fat b-tt
got designer drugs smokin’ gucci blunts
i’m a vlone thug b-tch i don’t give a f-ck
bbg til the death i ain’t switchin’ up
123 left his body out with the ducks
if you ain’t start wit’ the gang then you gettin’ cut
hand me my some scissors you gettin’ cut
b-tch you should know this
n-gg-s postin’ guns they ain’t even totin’
came up off that lic i heard he be loafin’
came up off his sh-t i heard he be goin’
kicked him out the clique i heard he be foldin’
bamboo full of huff he be smokin’
fat swisher full of og i’m rollin’
bad b-tch on my line and she totin’
glick wit’ a long clip no reloadin’
gang first please do not f-ck wit’ loud
baby draco hold 300 rounds
no minnies or mickeys cause they are not loud
i serve vickies boy i’m tricky bout pounds
i’m baby kilo give a f-ck bout yo name
only things i beef for is money and gang
thought he was tough bullets drop like the rain
come through flexin’ and we sn-tchin’ yo chain
[hook: bo$$barr]
stay on the block wit’ my shooters
my young boys keep them rugers
i’ll call my hittas they’ll shoot ya
we send them shots at yo medulla (2x)
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