Shooters Touch lyrics

[Intro]
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
(It's a Wayne beat)
b*tch
(Ayy, [?], man, run that sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, hey, hey

[Verse]
Diamonds on me bustin', yeah, that water
I know what I'm worth, so it's f*ck a n*gga offer
I'm a freaky fat n*gga tryna f*ck a n*gga daughter
Yeah, I came from the trenches, I'ma f*ck her on the water
Catch me hangin' out the back seat bustin' out the Charger
I'll leave a b*tch quick, no, I don't like to argue
We are not the same, you a rapper, I'm an artist
Damn, I think I need some lean bad, sh*t, I just farted
Yeah, that's the withdrawals
n*gga pulled up with some green, got me p*ssed off
I been rappin' since a pup, now I'm a big dog
Four-forty-еight, boy, another hundred pack shipped off
Diamonds on mе dancin' hard, n*gga, criss-cross
He stuck his head in my business, got it ripped off
I'm in the booth wired up like I hit soft
I poured a cup, that b*tch was gone before tipoff
Ain't no talkin' 'bout no bars 'cause I'm crazy with it
I tote a hundred rounds or better 'cause I'm lazy with it
One day, f*ck, I think I hit a baby with it
Where I'm from, you know, they call that sh*t babysittin'
I know she got a lot of hoes, I'm her favorite n*gga
sh*t, the streets and the rap both pay me, n*gga
'94 baby with the mind of an eighties n*gga
You n*ggas really in the way, man, I hate you n*ggas, I'll paint you n*ggas
But if I do that then I'm doin' time
I let you trick me off the street, what a fool am I
I had to pull the trigger first, it was do or die
Off-White biker pants came true to size
B22s off the Prada and Givenchy
I get pape', if you get pape', holler if you hear me
I can't wait until that day I charge a n*gga sixty
We don't believe sh*t you say, kinda like it's Ripley's
Pocket full of dog sh*t, I got a diaper with me
And don't make no sudden moves, I got a sniper with me
Make a n*gga smoke his 'Wood, I got a lighter with me
And today I'm fresh as hell, brought a pilot with me
I done drunk so much Wock', I got iron kidneys
My manager'll pop a n*gga, ayy, Ayler, get him
n*gga, f*ck a Hellcat, I'm tryna price a Bentley
I sold a n*gga a case of Wock' but the pints was empty
Okay, my tape just dropped, you know prices shifty
When it come to put my city on, n*gga, I am committed
I can't leave the streets alone, n*ggas like the friction
I'll knock a ho out, I be fightin' b*tches
Deadstock 12's on, n*gga [?][1:50]
I'm that n*gga bringin' guns to a hoop game
Dog sh*t in my pocket left a pooch stank
I'll do you bad by my brothers, n*gga, Wu-Tang
I got a bag full of old hundreds, put the new ones up
Pop a n*gga head and got his b*tch, that's a two-for-one
Made her suck di*k, she said, "I don't usually do this stuff"
Shot my kids all down her throat, made her chew it up
It's only two sides, you or us
Today, I brought all the Glocks out and put the Rugers up
I think I calmed down a bit, I don't shoot as much
Still'll pop a n*gga from the three, I got shooters' touch