Shy Glizzy, Q Da Fool - Rich Shooters lyrics

Bow, bow rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
Yeah, damn yeah, hundred round goon
Uh, bitch I'm Herwin on the spoon i'm dope

Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety
I might double wrap and bubble
Wrap your wife and baby
I've been poppin' rubber bands
Rubber bands done drove me crazy
I can't fuck with rappers
I ain't been feelin' rappers lately
In and out of jail
I swear them crackers drove me crazy
I might smoke a nigga
I might give his mother daisies
Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's
How Bob raised me
He was fuckin' with that dope, Medellin
We was wavy fuck a deal
'cause the bricks and scales really paid me
Coulda been in Mercedes
Fuck 12 tryna frame me
Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s
We go monkey
I really dropped niggas broad day
I'ma show 'em how the mob play
Get up close, personal, my shit face to face
(Face to face) you could pick a time, you
Could pick a place, i'ma beat the case
(Fuck nigga) finesse plug
Finesse buy you through everything
(I do everything) i know one thing
I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring
(Fuck that bitch) y'all was ridin' dicks
I was outside doin' better things
First time I called my mother
Locked up, she said, "You better swing"
Attempted murder
I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream
I run all in this shit
(Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man
Fuck that nigga)

I appreciate your moments 'cause
I never had nothin'
Used to be a crash dummy, nah
Now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin'
Now she got that ass jumpin'
Me, my niggas, we be ballin'
We can't wait to buy somethin'
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby
We some rich shooters
3 got the Macky and that
Bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' rich shooters
Fuck these niggas, they some losers

I was built to win, no I can't ever ever lose
Bitch, they call me Jefe
With a mothafuckin' tool
(Young Jefe, holmes)
They act like they don't fuck with me
They watch my every move
Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool
We ain't cool with you, too
You ain't no fuckin' stepper
Where your mothafuckin' weapon?
First gun I ever shot it was a 38 special
It's GG to the world, bro
We're on another level (GG for life)
And it's long live 30, bitch
I scream that shit forever (30, 30)
Bitch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8
(Skrrt) you can come and get an eight
Ball or get a whole plate
I don't need a damn extendo
F&N is on my waist
And I don't even send a memo
I just get your ass erased
We like the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail
My bitch, she like Chanel
Got all the bags and all the heels
Where I'm from they like to kill
Keep that chopper by the wheel
I seen some nigga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell

I appreciate your moments 'cause
I never had nothin'
Used to be a crash dummy, nah
Now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin'
Now she got that ass jumpin'
Me, my niggas, we be ballin'
We can't wait to buy somethin'
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby
We some rich shooters
3 got the Macky and that
Bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' rich shooters
Fuck these niggas, they some losers