Lyrics Shootas on the Roof - Fredo Bang

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