King Lil Jay x Kemoney From Providence Ri - Shooter | Текст песни

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[Hook: Lil Jay]
You can't hang with me if you ain't a shooter
And you can't hit my weed if you ain't a shooter
Where I'm from we like Glocks and we like Rugers
You can get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler
This one right here for my shooters
Yeah, this one right here for my shooters
I'm from 063, we like them Glocks and Rugers
Get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
Bitch it's Clout Lord and I only fuck with shooters
I only shoot them Glocks, Smith and Wesson's and the Ruger
If I call up Tuenchi 26 then he come do ya'
All you hear is click-clack, boom, boom at ya' medulla
Ridin' roun' town on some Forgis like a scooter
All my niggas BDK, we drop downs for them looters
Rob a nigga for his wrap, take a snatch off his Medusa
I only smoke that dopey-dope, that pack I smoke is super
Catch a nigga broad day and my niggas get to shootin'
You ain't from the streets, nigga, just stick to hoopin'
Bitch I'm Clout Lord, I could give a fuck who you is
If you ain't with the gang, get it too, nigga, you stupid
Bitch I'm double O, I know you heard about me
I'm from Saint Lawrence, that Tookaville, we post on 063
Everywhere I go you know them shooters come with me
And if a nigga fuck with me, on the G, you D-I-E, gang

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kemoney]
Said shout out to my partners shootin'
We screaming hot boy, on the block, me and my partners coolin'
Them niggas talkin', they ain't 'bout it, they don't ever do it
Niggas creep up on 'em, blowin' out that stolen Buick
I got Ms. Nina, best believe she bustin' 33
I put mud on any nigga tryna' dirty me
Momma told me, "Boy you really startin' a worry me"
And you ain't ever been through Prov if you ain't heard of Ke'
400 for a .40, that ain't cheap
This Bentley-Bentley got your shawty all on me
Straight droppin' so I'm taking niggas teeth
And I'd rather stay awake cause I been shaking in my sleep
And I'm steady smoking ho like it's hookah
Just like bubble gum, these bullets gon' chew through ya'
Word to my poppa, bitch, I gotta chill with shooter
I love my boy, I swear to God he got his Ruger, yeah

[Hook]

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