Boosie Badazz - Real Shooter lyrics

Man, what the fuck this nigga want?
Shit 4: 30 in the morning
Calling a nigga this fucking early
This nigga crazy

Phone rang
It’s my nigga G tryna get some victims
Boss man, what’s happening with ya, nigga?
Let me clear the business
Yo I got it but not this instance
Yo boss, them boys slippin
Before y’all get in position
We gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We ain’t talking if they come
Get us only statement where’s my lawyer?
You know Jason on the way, when the cold in
Not talking man what’s important
Anybody can shoot y’all go for all that shit
But now them boys be with Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie
Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y’all go lose it
We won street wars, nigga
So ain’t no telling what we will do to
You little rap boys who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all
Night through gazelles, not binoculars
Smash and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over dinner
Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing
When we in that rental

I got the real shooter that’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for
Me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter that’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter

I know a man myth i know an old dawg
These niggas love me
They call me they big dawg
It don’t matter who you is nigga
We gon get the big dawg
Cut the head off the body
Fall like when Ivy died ride or die
Wait on that nigga since he
On his fucking back gon saw that he since he
Had a fucking problem
5 to the face, 6 to the body
You know you die Ruger Red
Still on my passenger side, nigga

I got the real shooter that’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for
Me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter that’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no i got the real shooter

Shoot em up, bang bang
(you better run from em)
You better run from it (you better run)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
(You better run from ‘em)
(You better run from ‘em)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
They like their homework
(they do their homework)
They like their homework
(they do their homework)
I got the real shooter
They like their homework
(they do their homework)
They like their homework
I got the real shooter
We known ridin’ on the hunt
With a rocket launcher
On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
We known ridin’ on the hunt
With a rocket launcher
On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
Raised round some sick niggas
With some sick ways
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Raised round some sick niggas
With some sick ways
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang