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young pappy - shooters lyrics

[bridge: lil $hawn & young pappy]
hundred round in them drums, lil’ nigga
beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
a pump fake? just run, lil’ nigga
pbg shit
hundred round in them drums, lil’ nigga
beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
a pump fake? just run, lil’ nigga
tfg, b-tch!
hundred round in them drums, lil’ nigga
beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
a pump fake? just run, lil’ nigga

[intro: young pappy]
it’s young pappy in this b-tch
lil $hawn in this b-tch
got prince in this b-tch
better run, lil’ nigga!
free spazz!

[hook: lil $hawn & young pappy]
got a whole lot of shooters on my squad
b-tch, i got a squad full of shooters!
got a whole lot of shooters on my squad
b-tch, i got a squad full of shooters!
got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
guh-lah! guh-lah! guh-lah! glah!

[verse 1: lil $hawn]
b-tch, we got a squad full of shooters
we move with them ak’s and rugers
we don’t sneak diss on computers
we just send lil kemo to do you
lil shawn don’t fight, i just up pipes
then i strike, make him go, “good night!”
took his b-tch, now a nigga wanna fight
give him sores like a hive
was acting tough worth losing your life?
(was it, nigga?)
nah, i ain’t thank so
i’m just lookin’ for some brain like a scarecrow
spittin’ bars like a nigga on death row
treat his -ss like the dope, he can get smoked
if he holdin’ work, he get poked
fuckin’ on the throat, make a lil’ b-tch choke
and i hang with them insanes, cutthroat
bullets make his foot work like jump rope
wait a minute, we in the jam, so get low!
say they drillin’, but they lying like a leo
out west, too turnt in the veno
and i heard niggas dissin’ on pooh bear
that’s the reason why we smokin’ on keno

[interlude: lil $hawn]
gang, gang
gang, gang
gang, gang
gang, though

[verse 2: young pappy]
my pop out from the t with folks ‘nem
my serve a couple keys to moe ‘nem (hoolies)
don’t hit the block without my glock, i tote them
i get the drop and catch a opp, i smoke him, and that’s it!
ain’t no none of that extra shit, unless it’s a extra clip
this brand new tec, i’m ready to test this b-tch
and i ain’t gon’ aim, but bet i stretch some shit
’cause bro taught me to shoot
and then i taught folks how to shoot
nigga, you don’t even know how to shoot
i ain’t sayin’ i’m a pro when i shoot, but the opps can’t flex on my name
niggas know what i do
walk ups, and i ride up, nigga
either way, you gon’ fired up, nigga
have spazz hop out of the back with the mac
dreads shakin’, point him out, he like: “where that nigga at?”
oh, don’t nobody know shit now?
stop flexing! you ain’t gon’ blow shit down
this four-nickel got so much kick, when i let this b-tch spit
even i’m gon’ get down
a lot of hoes on my d-ck, i can pick now
this mac got a cooling kit with a switch now
silencer, so my glock sound like this now
shh! (pew, pew, pew-pew, pew, pew, pew)

[refrain: lil $hawn & young pappy]
hundred round in them drums, lil’ nigga
beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
a pump fake? just run, lil’ nigga
hundred round in them drums, lil’ nigga
got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots
whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots

[outro: young pappy]
pbg, pbg

- young pappy lyrics

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