Shooter lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, GRxDE, stop playin' with 'em, boy!

[Chorus]
You ain’t no shooter my n*gga, you bluffing
Come round this way, I’m bussing
Yo enemies come, you running
My enemies come, I’m gunning
You can’t buy that sh*t, no touching
Any money I touch, I’m doubling
Bring yo b*tch round me, I’m f*cking
Within the first 3 seconds, I’m nutting

[Post-Chorus]
I know you see the drip, my n*gga
Is you a Blood or Crip, my n*gga
Let’s roll up a zip my, n*gga
f*ck hoes in the whip my, n*gga
That’s right, I’m horny
A lot of rap n*ggas corny
A lot of these rap n*ggas bore me
So I'ma do me, don’t worry
f*ck it, let’s stick to the story

[Verse]
Yes, on my papers I still got that glizzy
You n*ggas some hoes, always caught in your feelings
The Devil can make anything look appealing
To go back to jail, [?] I am willing
So buss at me, b*tch, I'ma buss back
I will not play with you rugrats
I'm down to f*ck, but can't cuff that
b*tch, go back to where your stuff at
pus*y ass n*ggas be woofin'
In real life, you n*ggas be shookin' (pus*y!)
Start dissing my name, you might get the reaction you want
When I know that I shouldn't, but I can't control it
And I think they know it
I try so hard not to show it
My choppa sing like a poet
Like every high note, it can hold it
Got out of jail and started back thugging (Got out of jail and started back thugging)
Gained some weight cause I've been grubbing (Gained some weight cause I've been grubbing)
Gucci shades on, don't I look stunning? (My Gucci shades on, don't I look stunning?)
They like, "What is he becoming?" (Uh-huh) Middle fingers up, I'm stunting (Gabbana)

[Chorus]
You ain’t no shooter my n*gga, you bluffing
Come round this way, I’m bussing
Yo enemies come, you running
My enemies come, I’m gunning
You can’t buy that sh*t, no touching
Any money I touch, I’m doubling
Bring yo b*tch round me, I’m f*cking
Within the first 3 seconds, I’m nutting

[Post-Chorus]
I know you see the drip, my n*gga
Is you a Blood or Crip, my n*gga
Let’s roll up a zip my, n*gga
f*ck hoes in the whip my, n*gga
That’s right, I’m horny
A lot of rap n*ggas corny
A lot of these rap n*ggas bore me
So I'ma do me, don’t worry
f*ck it, let’s stick to the story

[Refrain]
You ain't no shooter, who you gon' shoot? (Who you gon' shoot?)
You ain't no shooter, who you gon' shoot? (Who you gon' shoot?)
You ain't no shooter, who you gon' shoot? (Who you gon' shoot?)
You ain't no shooter, who you gon' shoot? (Who you gon' shoot?)

[Chorus]
You ain’t no shooter my n*gga, you bluffing
Come round this way, I’m bussing
Yo enemies come, you running
My enemies come, I’m gunning
You can’t buy that sh*t, no touching
Any money I touch, I’m doubling
Bring yo b*tch round me, I’m f*cking
Within the first 3 seconds, I’m nutting

[Post-Chorus]
I know you see the drip, my n*gga
Is you a Blood or Crip, my n*gga
Let’s roll up a zip my, n*gga
f*ck hoes in the whip my, n*gga
That’s right, I’m horny
A lot of rap n*ggas corny
A lot of these rap n*ggas bore me
So I'ma do me, don’t worry
f*ck it, let’s stick to the story