Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shootas on the Roof, artist - Fredo Bang. Date of issue: 30.10.2018
Song language: English
Shootas on the Roof |
| Droppin' hits and killin' **** just like the Bang Man |
| It’s a beautiful day to die, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| You know, we givin' out free coffins, you know |
| So if you’d like a free coffin, just place your order |
| Ayy, put an application, all you gotta do is |
| Send a diss song, make a diss song, or just send a threat |
| Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat |
| And your needs will be met, best believe that |
| In the name of Gee, fuck a nigga |
| QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat |
| Alright, I got shooters on the roof |
| And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah |
| You got my smoke and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| Shooters, they on go and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh (Bang Man) |
| Piece of bread, I put that bread up on your head |
| And now the brothers fed |
| You niggas pussy as a fuck, y’all tryna gain some cred |
| And I got niggas lookin' for you like an Easter egg |
| You heard what I said |
| So nigga what you tryna do? |
| I’ma sneeze on a nigga like I got the flu (Achoo) |
| Shit we want the whole gang, not just one or two (I'm sorry) |
| He like, «Who want war with us?» |
| and I’m like, «What it do?» |
| You know I’m with the move (Me) |
| I’m stalkin' while you postin' pictures, I got niggas wan' get with you |
| Run up on me like you Superman, I make this forty kiss you |
| Catch him ridin' with his lady, got him thinkin' that he straight |
| I’ma do him dirty, feed him hollows like a dinner date |
| Alright, I got shooters on the roof |
| And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah |
| You got my smoke and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| Shooters, they on go and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh |
| We don’t make threats on Instagram, we clappin' shit for real nigga (For real) |
| Put that Glock up in my hand and watch how quick I deal with 'em (It's real) |
| Raise the chopper in the name of Gee, you know I’m still with him (For real) |
| And you can’t join the gang unless you come in with a kill, nigga |
| Born a killer, mama say I got that murder swag (Yeah, yeah) |
| Red bandana on the weapon, that’s a murder rag (Yeah) |
| No coppin' deuces, bitch you stupid, we ain’t wavin' flags (Yeah) |
| I got a shooter, he Caucasian, call him Steve Nash (Grah) |
| Don’t answer questions 'bout the opps, I’m not into that (For real) |
| Nigga killed my dawg, can’t wait to go and get him back (Yeah) |
| Caught him on the interstate, they say I did that bad (Don't care) |
| But he was talkin' all that reck', he should expect to crash (Fuck 'em) |
| Ain’t finish college 'cause I’d rather bust a head (True story) |
| They talkin' shit but really soft, I call 'em Ted (True story) |
| I send One Theezy, he a shotta with no dreads |
| My shooter like my barber, I pay him a dub a head |
| Alright, I got shooters on the roof |
| And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah |
| You got my smoke and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| Shooters, they on go and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh |
| Alright, I got shooters on the roof |
| And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah |
| You got my smoke and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| Shooters, they on go and that’s right, yeah yeah |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh |
| And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh |
| Yeah nigga, the fuckin' Bang Man, you heard me? |
| You know, B-Meezy, Elmo in the rockin' red |
| I’m the reason why your baby daddy scared |
| With his bitch ass, know what I’m sayin'? |
| In the name of Gee |
| If you ain’t talkin' 'bout no fuckin' money, don’t make no sense to speak |