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yungshooter - yotti lyrics

(ay, what these n*ggas on, soulja?)

[chorus]
young shooter, young shooter, young shooter, young shooter
boy, i was a young shooter
ride ’round wit’ that f*ckin′ ruger
i just want that f*ckin’ mula
f*ckin′ on a f*ckin’ cougar
spank ’em with that f*ckin′ ruler
my young n*gga tryna do ya
young n*gga, young n*gga
ride ’round wit’ them f*ckin′ figures
try that boy, he press the trigger
he don’t play around with these n*ggas
she like, “that′s a real n*gga”
she like, “i wanna chill with him”
you can call me sane get him
took my bullets, 5 ain’t hit him

[verse]
i was mad that switch ain’t hit him
but we got his stick, hit mental
he was dissin′ then he died, this sh*t not coincidental
load the box up with the 5, we gon’ spin sh*t in a rental
i make n*ggas switch thеy side, ’bout lil sane, you know he’ll k!ll ′еm
yuh, what
’bout lil sane, some sh*t get dropped
n*gga mad about that ho, come this way, get put on fox
we hit they sh*t, we got the drop
we come through spinnin’, fully glock
that fat b*tch, he is not no opp
he get backdoored for calling the cop
[chorus]
young shooter, young shooter, young shooter, young shooter
boy, i was a young shooter
ride ’round wit’ that f*ckin′ ruger
i just want that f*ckin’ mula
f*ckin′ on a f*ckin’ cougar
spank ’em with that f*ckin′ ruler
my young n*gga tryna do ya
young n*gga, young n*gga
ride ’round wit’ them f*ckin′ figures
try that boy, he press the trigger
he don’t play around with these n*ggas
she like, “that′s a real n*gga”
she like, “i wanna chill with him”
you can call me sane get him
took my bullets, 5 ain’t hit him

- yotti lyrics

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