Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooter, artist - Papoose.
Date of issue: 03.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shooter |
I’m a shooter |
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
Do somethin' to us? |
You’re talk go through us |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
I told you I’m a shooter |
Three felonies is what they gave me (uhuh) |
Predicate felon is what they named me (that's my rep) |
They threw shots, them shits grazed me (uhuh) |
I threw shots, it got crazy |
Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head |
I ain’t got no opps no more, they all dead |
Brother you’re sick of shit, your boy fever |
My life thrill, I belong in a dark driva (put me on it) |
I can make you a believer (what) |
Where’s love when you need it (fuck love) |
You ever gave a dollar to a preacher? |
Just to find out he’ll leave you |
Hold up, I need a breather |
I won’t believe me either |
Hold up, I need a breather |
I won’t believe me either |
I’m a shooter |
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
Do somethin' to us? |
You’re talk go though us |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
I told you I’m a shooter |
Me and constituents notice how much a bitch you is |
We don’t care how rich you is, lit you is 'cause its frivolous to judge you by |
residues |
Just, makes it all ridiculous |
We’re just tryna size up a casket that we could fit you in |
Everybody got their own issues, no one is issue-less |
But I’m a straight shooter, my missiles’ll fish you, dish you, bitch |
Bussing shots at me and missing, that cancelled Christmas, prick |
Burn you like a mistress with syphilis who promiscuous |
And ball premises with envisions of dog images |
New beginning, Papoose is penning the ball genesis |
Smart lyricist from a country that roasts innocents |
Daily depart ignorance, nigga, we arch nemesis |
Ask if I got something to give you and I’ma give you this |
Fully loaded clip in this pistol, you on the menu, bitch |
Wanna hold somethin', you owe me 'cause I’ma lend you this |
Pistol whip, continue to end you 'cause it’s continous |
I’m a shooter |
Look down on my side, I got the Ruger |
Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours |
None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us |
Do somethin' to us? |
You’re talk go though us |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
Sent the haters on over to the E. R |
I told you I’m a shooter |