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lil jay - shooter lyrics

[hook: lil jay]
you can’t hang with me if you ain’t a shooter
and you can’t hit my weed if you ain’t a shooter
where i’m from we like glocks and we like rugers
you can get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler
this one right here for my shooters
yeah, this one right here for my shooters
i’m from 063, we like them glocks and rugers
get hit with the mop or get hit with the ruler

[verse 1: lil jay]
b-tch it’s clout lord and i only f-ck with shooters
i only shoot them glocks, smith and wesson’s and the ruger
if i call up tuenchi 26 then he come do ya’
all you hear is cl1ck-clack, boom, boom at ya’ medulla
ridin’ roun’ town on some forgis like a scooter
all my n-ggas bdk, we drop l’s for them losers
rob a n-gga for his wrap, take a sn-tch off his medusa
i only smoke that dopey-dope, that pack i smoke is super
catch a n-gga broad day and my n-ggas get to shootin’
you ain’t from the streets, n-gga, just stick to hoopin’
b-tch i’m clout lord, i could give a f-ck who you is
if you ain’t with the gang, get in tune, n-gga, you stupid
b-tch i’m double o, i know you heard about me
i’m from saint lawrence, that tookaville, we post on 063
everywhere i go you know them shooters come with me
and if a n-gga f-ck with me, on the g, you d-i-e, gang

[hook]

[verse 2: kemoney]
said shout out to my partners shootin’
we screaming hot boy, on the block, me and my partners coolin’
them n-ggas talkin’, they ain’t ’bout it, they don’t ever do it
n-ggas creep up on ’em, blowin’ out that stolen buick
i got ms. nina, best believe she bustin’ 33
i put mud on any n-gga tryna’ dirty me
momma told me, “boy you really startin’ a worry me”
and you ain’t never been through prov if you ain’t heard of ke’
400 for a .40, that ain’t cheap
this bentley-bentley got your shawty all on me
straight droppin’ so i’m taking n-ggas t–th
and i’d rather stay awake cause i been shaking in my sleep
and i’m steady smoking ho like it’s hookah
just like bubble gum, these bullets gon’ chew through ya’
word to my poppa, b-tch, i gotta chill with shooter
i love my boy, i swear to god he got his ruger, yeah

[hook]

- lil jay lyrics

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