Where Them Shooters At lyrics

[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
(Ayo, Saint)
And I grew up with killers, I don't want no b*tch-ass n*ggas 'round me (No, no)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (n*gga)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Huh)

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
n*gga, I grew up with killers, I don't want no b*tch-ass n*ggas 'round me (No)
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
n*ggas pushed your brother, you ain't got no skits, these n*ggas cap
She feel safer over here, she know that's where them shooters at

[Verse: SleazyWorld Go & OT7 Quanny]
Catch me, OT in Philly, ridin' 'round with seven f*ckin' straps (n*gga)
He was tough 'til he got caught and the Glock made his ass relax (Come on)
Put a hat on all my opps 'cause all them n*ggas do is cap, for real (b*tch-ass n*ggas)
He try to run, but the switch too quick and his back got filled (Grrt)
f*ck his 50K and my son got that in his lunchbox (My son got that in his lunchbox)
n*gga, I get paid good like I shoot jump shots (Like I shoot jump shots)
Way the chop' time n*ggas out, you'd think it punch clocks (It punch clocks)
Hit your block like the garbage man, come through and dump shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young rich n*gga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no— (Young rich n*gga)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Young rich n*gga, I'm in Louie shoppin' for no reason (Shoppin' for no reason)
Yeah, that pus*y good, but if that money call, you know I'm leavin' (You know I'm leavin')
Man, somebody need to put us to a stop, because the opps not (Yeah)
Hit his gut, turned his T-shirt to a crop top (Yeah, n*gga)
And that b*tch know that I'm a dog, but she gon' deal with it (But she gon' deal with it)
Sosa got juice now like I kill b*tches (Like I kill b*tches)
And I bench itchin' a shooter, n*gga, you ain't gotta tell me blow (No, b*tch)
They jump shots weak as sh*t, them boys barely score (Yes, them boys barley score)
n*gga, shoot your gun (Shoot it)
Fifty shots stuffed under the Glock, look like a b*tch bum (Yeah, yeah)
Told Quanny I might retire, ain't no fun no more (Uh-uh)
Slap the button on this b*tch, it ain't a regular gun no more (Uh-uh)
n*gga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Yeah, I'm just money talkin')
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money— (Uh)
n*gga, I don't need rap for real, yeah, I'm just money talkin' (Uh-huh)
I'm the type cancel my session 'cause it's money callin' ('Cause it's money callin')
I ain't need to sign no deal, I'm already super turnt (I'm already super turnt)
Fifty thousand in my closet just on Louie shirts (Just on Louie shirts)
Pull up in that f*ckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Like I'm Bruce Wayne)
True religion jean jacket like I'm— (Uh, uh)
Pull up in that f*ckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh)
Pull up in that f*ckin' Hellcat like I'm Bruce Wayne (Uh)
True religion jean jacket on, I look like 2Chainz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (Mm, mm)
[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
n*gga, I grew up with killers, I don't want no b*tch-ass n*ggas 'round me
I stop by the club for twenty minutes, pick up forty thousand (Pick up forty thousand)
n*ggas pushed your brother, you ain't got no skits, these n*ggas cap
She feel safer over here, she know that's where them shooters at