The Shooters lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy (L-Finguz)

[Verse 1]
Take a chance, look, get to reachin' in my pants ’cause you can't do that (Can't do that)
Couple thousand on the floor, but I just blew that (Huh?)
Havin’ conversations, I keep askin' where his boo at (Where your boo at?)
But really I be on her mental like a durag (b*tch)
She just got her carpets cleaned, Balenci', walkin' through that (Huh?)
Walk up in your crib, you was the homie, where the loot at? (Who?)
I don't run from gunshots, I find out where to shoot at (Woah)
Ksubis got me gangbangin', I'm flaggin' where I pulled at (Huh?)
I’m so confidential, I got four-five with two mags
I just put my hooker on my project, now you mad
I don’t wanna see you with your clothes off, you too bad
Bound to hook a Jag', I’m on the helmet like a durag
Money on the floor, so let's get straight to it (Huh?)
Never shot a n*gga, I'm assumin' that you can’t do it (Scary)
Ain't from over there, she hear my sh*t and call it Bay music
40 touch your heart and then your soul like Marvin Gaye music (Hah)

[Chorus]
So much money, I get drunk and dog the rental
All this guala on me, I'll take me and Fleecy to the dental
VJ see the roll and do the dash, I break the pedal
Thooter, I know when you lyin', b*tch, I made you, I'm Geppetto
Won't settle for no lil' ass fifteen, forty in these ripped jeans
Do a feature for you, put it out because that sh*t clean
I don't know this b*tch, but bet I get inside her inseams
All I rock designer, I hit Louis with like ten G's
[Verse 2]
Michael Kors got you lookin' bored (Bop)
All my n*ggas bears, we just went down for stealin' porridge (Hah)
Alexander Queens that I might mix with the Dior (Dork)
Like you hella old, I could've sent you to the morgue (Huh?)
Couple pigs full, I buy another one on tour
Couldn't play a game with broken b*tches, no Visa, you poor (b*tch)
I ain't hittin' sh*t, b*tch, I could hit you with the door (Huh?)
Bet you they be on you when you walk into the store (Ho)

[Chorus]
So much money, I get drunk and dog the rental
All this guala on me, I'll take me and Fleecy to the dental
VJ see the roll and do the dash, I break the pedal
Thooter, I know when you lyin', b*tch, I made you, I'm Geppetto
Won't settle for no lil' ass fifteen, forty in these ripped jeans
Do a feature for you, put it out because that sh*t clean
I don't know this b*tch, but bet I get inside her inseams
All I rock designer, I hit Louis with like ten G's

[Outro]
(L-Finguz)