Shootas Jumpin’ Out Tha Whip lyrics

[Intro]
I'm Not Into You

[Verse]
Lets go, the shootas jumpin out the whip yeah
Ten bands, made that flip, uhuh
I know he a lil bitty b*tch
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Big fat bullets on his head
I can f*ck his b*tch in his bed
We come slide in the bently, like damn slay
She wanna f*ck on me like eheh
And I make more money than you nehneh
Turn a n*gga to a damn fact
Yea, yea I'm sippin on red man
And I like countin' them dead mans
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
My hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
I'm finna STO that sh*t, yea
I'm finna f*ck on ya baby
Make sure yo sh*t dead
Then we'll deliver them bullets like FedEx
Yea I'ma badder b*tch than Belles (?)
You want some money, then go get it
I probably got more b*tches than R. Kelly, yea
Give the keys to the valet, and I'm off a damn Oxy
Higher than a damn Heli
I get racks lil baby
Glock gone beat that boy like Jefe
I blow them racks like its my birthday
Yea that AK leave him gushing
Opp ass n*ggas, abort them
Bad ass b*tches we extort them
Fat ass n*ggas just extort them
Pop these pills out of boredom
Spun his block like Autumn
Shot at the opps and I'm still here
More money than my damn peers
High school crush she a cashier
Lame ass b*tch gotta test her
f*ck this b*tch till her back hurt
Hollow tips change his gender
Hollow tips give him cancer
Why that b*tch tryna get my benzos
n*ggas stay dissing in your damn phone
They don't want smoke why they cancel?
Question my dawg like I don't know
[Outro]
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah
Hunters they ride with them sticks, yeah, yeah