101 Shooters lyrics

[INTRO]
Yah! Feels like…. Everyone’s trying to shoot me…
Might be time to get some shooters… That’s wassup…

[HOOK]
Everybody wants to shoot me, guess I made too many enemies
Sittin’ in my Murphy chair, wide awake cause I can’t sleep
A hundred and one shooters, more than Future could hire
Put the chopper to your neck like parody satire

[VERSE 1]
I can't sleep, they got shooters coming after me
They want me dead cause my album was a masterpiece
Don't wanna end up likе Picasso and DiVinici (Dead!)
So I had to add a lot of shooters to the tеam
I keep my shooters like dalmatians, 101
Foreign whip, got Cruella riding shotgun
I'm too rich for water, only f*ck with soda
First thing in the morning sippin' champagne like Hoda
The streets were my school, music was the books I read
I'm grown up now, I got a lot of shooters to feed
'99 Sonoma for my shooters, that's the vessel
I made a million off a song called The Warbler's Trestle
Don't come for the king, big mistake to try
My shooters well rested, sleep in a bunk bed to the sky
Each shooter's got a different color night gown
Man I don't even know 101 colors, how am I gonna hold this down?
(All this pressure… the drama...)