Shooters ft. Brazy Flow Lyrics

We don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say

Shit, fifty on me right now, yeah

It's that

Fifty on me right now

Fifty on me right now

Fifty on me right now

I put it on my soul, I hustle every day

Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates

How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints

Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace

And we don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say

Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face

And all my niggas shooters

When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver

I make him lay in his manure

Clips became bigger, the K don' got mature

I dog you with this cutter, your strays is gettin' neuter

Your brains became noodles, lagoony and ragout

Leave him all stringy, then stingy then make soup

Houdini up in a beanie, delete him, then Van Mousse

So stinky, it made puke, my artist like Sun Tzu

I eat him with this bitch, then dip like fondue

Mine field goes off whenever my mind feel

All time, prime time, you niggas just prime ribs

My bars too plain, my nigga, I'm blind gels

You be cappin' when you rappin' pop pops

Now lie still

I put it on my soul, I hustle every day

Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates

How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints

Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace

And we don't give no fuck bout what the judge gotta say

Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face

And all my niggas shooters

When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver

We ain't Most Hated for nothin', we'll beef with the whole city

We bumpin' Bolido when I slide out with that 50

I keep it with me, cause niggas say they gon' get me

I be shootin' up the party when niggas be gettin' jiggy

Got this clock up in my hand that mean it's homicide

I ain't tryna fight no ops, how many down to die

When I went to prison, I stabbed a nigga while feedin' up

He tried to run, but then his knee was stuck the yank he sweeped him up

We done spent a lot of nights up in the trap house

My wrist make a nigga bitch, go to flashin' out

Got this ice out the freezer, I'm like, who laughin' now

Water on water, my diamonds look like they actin' out damn

I put it on my soul, I hustle every day

Been tryna talk to God about them heaven gates

How many of my niggas made it, none of them was saints

Lookin' at pictures they paint, I hope they fell on grace

And we don't give no fuck about what the judge gotta say

Catch him outside his house and put the rockets in his face

All my niggas shooters

When we pull up, ain't no way you can maneuver

Fifty on me right now

Fifty on me right now

Ooh, now that's platinum

Ooh, now that's platinum