Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooter, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Revalations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Shooter |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out |
Walk up from my spot, see I don’t have a seat |
I just been in, 5 shoot outs last week |
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen |
Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling bizness |
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol |
Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga |
Hood rich! |
Break up to your sister, I’m a sunder in the runner |
I don’t give a damn about it, but I make niggas with the tunner |
I got money in the jungle, tryina buy my kids Christmas |
Me and Scooter ain’t twins but we got twin choppers |
I Waka Flocka Flame a nigga hit em with the yapa |
I’m a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper |
What the fuck going on nigga? |
Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in? |
I don’t know |
Fuck at the spot nigga |
Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick |
Same day call my phone 4: 36 |
I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick |
Fuck the police that’s why I rep about them bricks |
I ain’t did it nigga, but these bricks get remix |
When the choppa start spitting, nigga gonn get split |
Nigga rob me in the car, while it was 1996 |
Ever since the day, them niggas trying me since |
God damn bruh |
Tell my nigga Rob here in '96 |
No, you get out boy |
You did |
You still gotta pay… |
Nigga owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago |
Seen him in the club, niggas shot him in the throat |
Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold |
And I still got a lot of shooters on the pay roll |
Hold up Scooter |
I got shooters |
You got a shooters? |
Aye man what? |
Get it down by that fresh man, you’re sitting by the counter? |
I need 'em bruh |
Yea, let 'em in |
Aye, open the door nigga |
I need 50 of them pretty mills, this nigga at the store |
He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go? |
I hope it is, cause if it is, my shooters, they on go |
Shooter on the Scooter, brain them both |
He runnin right right now, she just came from way up the road |
10 millimeter with 30 shots, make your fuckin head explode |
I got a traphouse mansion with some hard wood floors |
Can’t come in, I got burglar bar doors |
Trap going crazy, but I got it under control |
I just bust them open, fix em up and move them out the door |
Who this nigga in this Buick, man get Scooter on the phone |
I’m like a NBA coach, cause I keep shooters at my home |
All I know I never seen his face in my life |
Street smart so I know this nigga ain’t right |
Pull up at my spot, country car hit your lights |
Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
It’s a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house |
It’s some shooters in this house, it’s some shooters in this house |
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let’s shoot it out |