Ocho Savage, Bo$$Barr - Shooters lyrics

Stay on the block wit' my shooters
My young boys keep them Rugers
I'll call my hittas they'll shoot ya
We send them shots at yo Medulla

Block Boyz that's my fuckin' gang
I'm bout to heat this shit no fire flames
Run I'm up on you wit' that 45
This choppa bussin' fire feel
This fuckin' flame
Young I'm not for the bullshit
Give yo hoe ass a full clip
I'm just tryna' feed my family
This rap shit come in handy
These niggas wanna fuckin' try me
A young nigga so cocky
Y'all gon make me catch a hommie
I call my shooters boy it's 50 for yo body
(DAMN)
Got bars spittin' real shit like (DAMN)
Keisha used to tell me to pull up my (PANTS)
Almost got kicked out of school for sellin'
(GRAMS)
Now I'm gettin money motherfucker I'm the
(MAN) stay on the block wit' my shooters
My young boys keep them Rugers
I'll call my hittas they'll shoot ya
We send them shots at yo Medulla

I'm Ocho Savage I be blowin'
Switch the flow up I be goin'
Good gas I be really stuck
If a nigga hatin' nina show em love
I ran down on em but I sent him up
Roll up the windows hit's out Bentley Truck
My designer shit nigga that's a must
My designer bitch got a fat butt
Got designer drugs smokin' gucci blunts
I'm a VLone thug bitch I don't give a fuck
BBG til the death I ain't switchin' up
123 left his body out with the ducks
If you ain't start wit' the
Gang then you gettin' cut
Hand me my some scissors you gettin' cut
Bitch you should know this
Niggas postin' guns they ain't even totin'
Came up off that lic I heard he be loafin'
Came up off his shit I heard he be goin'
Kicked him out the clique I
Heard he be foldin'
Bamboo full of huff he be smokin'
Fat swisher full of OG I'm rollin'
Bad bitch on my line and she totin'
Glick wit' a long clip no reloadin'
Gang first please do not fuck wit' Loud
Baby Draco hold 300 rounds
No minnies or mickeys cause they are not loud
I serve vickies boy I'm tricky bout pounds
I'm Baby Kilo give a fuck bout yo name
Only things I beef for is money and gang
Thought he was tough bullets
Drop like the rain
Come through flexin' and we
Snatchin' yo chain
Stay on the block wit' my shooters
My young boys keep them Rugers
I'll call my hittas they'll shoot ya
We send them shots at yo Medulla