Lyrics Shooters - Young Drummer Boy

Shooters

Aight you know what this shit do
The mister weak side killa Nasty DuzzIt
Running up on lames. fucking hoes
You know what the deal is baby boo
Get with it or don’t fuck with it stupid
Duece 400 block bitch
And you know I’ma shoot a little bitch
And I’m hopping out the whip
Letting everything spit
See your big homie running from the 2−2-3's
I’m a gangster in the scene looking crispy and clean
Fucking with the enemies and you gon' get popped
I’m a real. I don’t really do the talks
See I’m hopping out the whip
I’m letting everything spit
They call me fly nasty and I’m really with this shits
Dipping through my section
I always stay tuckin
And I don’t give a fuck lil. ain’t bluffin'
Talking on the gang, you gon' get your ass hit
I got a Glock 17 and let the whole bitch rip
Listen I be with the shooters
Keep a 9 mili on me, that’s a ruger
Big chains big chains, it don’t stop man
I keep it on my waist
And you know that shit pop, listen
Ey I be with the shooters
Got the 9 mili on me that’s a ruger
Big chains big chains, it don’t stop man
I keep it on my waist
And you know that shit pop