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607 - got 2 b a shooter lyrics

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(dj talking)
you see my n-gg-s, we ride together
die together, all my shooters
my n-gg-s, my a-1 day one’s
that’s how hard we go

hook
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat

nhb lloyd verse:
late nights, popping down smoking gasoline
evil thoughts going through my mind, this is not a dream
you say you with the sh-ts, i’m gangster n-gg- come and see me
mini micro that’s a draco, we don’t do no missing

take a ride in the 20’s show you how i’m living
take a ride, where’s the enemy? we got ammunition
if a n-gg- try to play me then it’s up there with me
if a n-gg- try to k!ll me, he’s coming down there with me

607 verse:
got to be a shooter we ain’t feeding no bystanders
when it pop off, i’m gonna slap my n-gg- if he pull out a camera
get you knocked off, f-cking with them social media warriors
hoe in real life, but thugging in his instagram stories

got to be a shooter, ain’t gone pop sh-t n-gg- who us?
hot drinks at the family reunion
ak wit the clips in the cooler
improvise on the fly i’m a fool (ah)
do a drive-by shooting out the uber
put the fire up on his head like a hookah
got to be a shooter
f-ck with me you hear the blue!

hook
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat

phatte400 verse:
lay a n-gg- down when he thought the sh-t was sweet
i gotta stay cautious when these feds doing these sweeps
i gotta stay cautious ’cause it’s n-gg-s envying me
i’m a cheatham park n-gg- and you n-gg-s know how it be

phatte400 and i’m coming straight out the east
a n-gg- stole from me, then a n-gg- will never eat
you playing with your life when you feel like taking from me
when i catch up with you, b-tch you know i’m aiming at your teeth

don400 verse:
shots fired, man down, he don’t survive
in the cut, smoking good with evil thoughts up on my mind
saying swerve on a n-gg-, go for the scrilla and his life
he done f-cked with the wrong one, applying pressure
gone bust pipes
these n-gg-s, scared of the beef
and don’t want to go to war with me
i don’t blame you, we got change from your
head down to your feet
stay out the way
’cause you know a young n-gg- out chasing his cheese
you play with me;
and i’m gonna let all my dogs up off the leash

hook
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat

itsjusbobby verse:
we don’t really talk that much, they already knowing
even if you floss that sl-t; she already going
even if it costs that much; we ain’t gotta show it
moving in forward motion, n-gg- we rollercoasting

these n-gg-s hate forever, ain’t trying to change that
i let ’em do what they do, until we aim back
i do the game a favor, i bless it with my presence
go and be all you can be, while my n-gg-s finessing

ain’t gotta feel me or deal with me, we still there
don’t need n-body permission, n-gg- we everywhere
trying to locate my compet-tion but they still missing
hate if you want; but my n-gg-s riding until the ending

hook
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat
a n-gg- try to k!ll me he gon’ die with me
we creeping down your street with them big 223’s
you gotta be a shooter if you’re riding with me
everybody gotta pop something
you don’t shoot- you don’t eat



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