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project pat – shooters lyrics

[intro-colonel loud]
uhh, its your boy colonel loud
know what i’m talkin bout
them m-th-f-ckin shooters n-gg-
yuh, um
we got n-gg-s out here, thinking they doing something
might cross a n-gg- for a little bit of bread, but n-gg-s ain’t worried bout that shit, man
i ain’t gotta get dirty my n-gg-
i’m a m-th-f-cking boss, jefe n-gg-, i got shooters

[hook-colonel loud]
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
my n-gg-s they ride with the rugers
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
you know that my young boys will do ya
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
my young boy he dumping that whole clip
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
my n-gg-s they ride with the rugers
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
you know that my young boys will do ya
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
don’t come in my trap with that bullshit
i got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
my young boy he dumping that whole clip

[verse 1-project pat]
my dope in the plastic
no questions asking
robbery squad, with out masking
choppers with scopes
[?] the hoes
square -ss n-gg-, livin with hoes
russian rifle, with the banana clippers
it’ll tame everyone of you, monkey -ss n-gg-s
n-gg- ran off with the drop, he got shot
tried to run off in the spot, he got popped
young n-gg-s k!ll anything for the guap
tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop
its payback b-tch, thats why the bullets sailing
took your head off, and yo b-tch got to screaming
y’all was on a date, bullets got to raining
brains on the gl-ss, what the f-ck was he thinking?
crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce
get yo -ss blowed off, running off at the jaw

[verse 2-colonel loud]
lil n-gg- laying in the bushes, waiting for your -ss to hit the front door
catch a pussy n-gg- close range, leave his -ss laying on the front porch
what it look like? i ain’t pull the triggas, all this motherf-cking money that i’m making
i’m a boss in these carolina streets, i seen a lot a rap n-gg-s out faking
you ain’t bout that life my n-gg-, you ain’t never dozed off in the trap
waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack
my young boy got a glock that holds 17
he been shooting since he 12, now he 17
don’t let my little n-gg- pull up on that chevy thing
he don’t give a f-ck, when he done, be spraying everything
and thats a motherf-cking truth
see my shooters? they’ll shoot
when i give the green light they don’t ask no questions they just do what it do
i’m a motherf-cking boss
keep thinking i’m soft
i don’t get my hands dirty, i send my young boys, they’ll knock your -ss off

[verse 3-shy glizzy]
the one and the only, the jefe
you play with my set, it get messy
let n-gg-s play with my fetti
watch me swing round that weight like i’m [?]
these n-gg-s funny like eddie (murphy)
i told your b-tch here go a bezzy (she thirsty)
i got two b-tches in beverley, said that i’m buying one louis, one fendi
got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom)
i got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it)
your girlfriend, yes she’s a chooser
you can have her back that b-tch a jeweler
clip hanging out like a ruler (bang)
it’s big glizzy, b-tch yes i’m the ruler (bang, bang)
they don’t want no work, they not stupid
have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh)
chase 7 [?], i mean the [?], [?] never k!lled, if i don’t? well of course
all of these diamonds look like mr. floss
i spend the bands, i don’t care what it costs
i tell my young n-gg-, off
and he get to taking them off
glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, you better bout face for them all

- project pat lyrics

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