Lil Zay Osama, Doe Boy - Shooters lyrics

Who you is, we don't care 'bout who you is
We ain't trust them bitches no more
We don't care 'bout who you is
(I been with that shooter)

Same niggas I grew up with
Now I'm having shootouts with
Out there with them opps, you get it too
I don't care who you is
We don't fuck with you
You fuck with dude nem we into it with
Know you ain't no killer steady telling
Me about who you kill
Same bitches fucking gang
They fucking on all the opps
Last nigga play with us got smoked
Go ask all the opps
City drown guns but somehow we
Up on all the Glocks
Friendly ass nigga gon' get smoked
He trusting all the bops

I'm that nigga in my city with that blick
(With that blick) on them mirrors under tint
Same bitch's brother brought on me doing dick
With the opps taking pics, you an opp
Think you slick?
Can't come around you with that shit
Catch you with them, you getting blicked
She fucking a lame and them niggas broke
Ain't get no money
Foenem took they chain and they know
Lil' foenem killed they homie
Same niggas ain't do shit to us
Them niggas pussy
Wanna kill me, nigga, book me
Niggas ain't gon' do shit to me

I been with that shooter
I been with that shooter
I been with that shooter shooter

Same niggas I grew up with
Now I'm having shootouts with
Out there with them opps, you get it too
I don't care who you is
We don't fuck with you
You fuck with dude nem we into it with
Know you ain't no killer steady telling
Me about who you kill
Same bitches fucking gang
They fucking on all the opps
Last nigga play with us got smoked
Go ask all the opps
City drown guns but somehow we
Up on all the Glocks
Friendly ass nigga gon' get smoked
He trusting all the bops

We don't let shit fly, no
We just let shit die
(We just let shit die, brr)
Ain't it crazy how we wet his
Block and left it dry? (Grrah)
I can't leave without my Glock, yeah
I need it by my side (By my side)
He was sposed to aim at me
Must be beefing with the sky (Fool)
He was sposed to keep his pipe (Pipe)
Must ain't care about his life (Life)
Give no fuck 'bout who you is
I'll go to war with Jesus Christ
(Oh, really?)
Pull up shootin' broad day, bitch
We don't need to creep at night
Blow your brains all on your bed, bitch
I make sure you sleeping tight
He was sleeping on the kid so
I had to tuck him in
All these drugs make my fucking head spin
(Head spin) we just spinned his block and
We gon' slide again
Might go dig up Von grave so he can die again
(Oh, really?)

Same niggas I grew up with
Now I'm having shootouts with
Out there with them opps, you get it too
I don't care who you is
We don't fuck with you
You fuck with dude nem we into it with
Know you ain't no killer steady telling
Me about who you kill
Same bitches fucking gang
They fucking on all the opps
Last nigga play with us got smoked
Go ask all the opps
City drown guns but somehow we
Up on all the Glocks
Friendly ass nigga gon' get smoked
He trusting all the bops