I’m a Shooter (Outro) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
(Open the door, put this Glock to your face like "Hello")

[Hook]
Bad b*tch with some thick lips, told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip, I got the Ruger out
He say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now?
Late night, and I'm counting racks but I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks, I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"

[Verse]
Wrist heavy, break down the watch put ice up in that mu'f*cka
Touch my chain fah, you will die about this mu'f*cka
Yeah this chain shine but don't touch it
Pocket full of iron and I'll bust it
I didn't pay all this cash for the whip just for nothin'
So police get behind me, you know I'ma dust him
Hol' up, no I'm back again
I pull up with 30's, "'round of applause" cause I'm clappin' sh*t
Throw these bullets at him like a spear, you thinking I'm African
Choppa hit him, make him disappear, no this ain't a magic trick
I'll whip yo head, like Willow
I got that rock and I'm moving the soft, like pillow
Young n*gga ball like Carmelo
Open the door, put this Glock to your face like "Hello"
Hello, b*tch got smacked with the metal
Metal, I light it up like a candle
Candle, he want me to front him but hell no
If you ain't got it all stupid b*tch get the hell on
Glocks don't got no safe
And I'm holding these racks I ain't got no safe
n*gga come at me wrong, he ain't got no face
Up the Glock on his ass I'ma pop his face, woah
My n*ggas really step on sh*t, I don't care 'bout what you talm' 'bout
Every n*gga like to talk they sh*t 'till they see pistols sparking out
Yeah, all my n*ggas drop 'em down
Bah, bah, bah
"Aye what's that sound?"
That hunnid 'round
Who talking now?
[Hook]
Bad b*tch with some thick lips, told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip, I got the Ruger out
He say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now?
Late night, and I'm counting racks but I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks, I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"