Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shooter2x , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 13.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shooter2x |
| I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang! |
| We ain’t playin' with this niggas man |
| Ay we different nigga |
| Boss shit! |
| I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
| Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
| Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
| I’mma spaz, spaz |
| Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
| No need for vest, vest |
| Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
| Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
| Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |
| Get the shots nigga, woah (21) |
| That stick gon' sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor |
| SWAT team, Mossberg, comin' through the door (21) |
| Tommy gun woah |
| Trench coat woah |
| Lil' bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl (skrt) |
| Motorola beepin' (21) |
| VVSs fleekin' (fleek) |
| Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin' (21) |
| I just pulled up on yo' main bitch and you know she freaky (I did) |
| She know I ain’t no sleeper (ya dig) |
| Time to call a uber (21) |
| Young Savage man I bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21) |
| MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig) |
| We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up) |
| Clip long like a ruler (straight up!) |
| I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
| Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
| Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
| I’mma spaz, spaz |
| Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
| No need for vest, vest |
| Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
| Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
| Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |
| Me I just came out of poverty |
| I just spent 50 on property |
| I’m from the streets to the gun violence |
| Glocks annihilate you probably |
| I pour up a four for my dead guys |
| My hood is more than a block to me |
| I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me |
| Bitches want sex I want all mouth |
| We be them niggas they talkin' 'bout |
| I’m saucin' I’m walkin', I’m Wayne now |
| Don’t treat I’m coolin' with gang now |
| Overdose I’m like Wayne now |
| Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans |
| Now we spend 50 on chains now |
| And we put 50 on things now |
| Booty died from dialysis |
| Opp niggas was the happiest |
| The city know we be wacking shit |
| Real killa, ain’t know accident |
| Crackin' calls with the MACs and shit |
| Got the pounds and I’m matchin' shit |
| Guns and dope in the mattress shit |
| Fuck nigga with the actin' shit |
| Gang! |
| I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me |
| Why you tweakin' ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!) |
| Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast |
| I’mma spaz, spaz |
| Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) |
| No need for vest, vest |
| Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) |
| Shooters, shooters with me, with me |
| Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) |