Yung Kayo, TyFontaine - Shooter lyrics
[Yung Kayo, TyFontaine - Shooter lyrics]
(Shit, Shittin' me)
(Uh, huh) yes, sir (Yes, sir)
(What you sayin', Ty?, 1800 shit)
I can, can, uh (Let's go) yeah
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger (Bang boom boom)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Shit)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(Cougars)
Ha, young nigga raised in the jungle (Jungle)
And I can when they scared
Don't say a word, he mumble
(Don't say a word)
Wasn't like this, ain't thorough
He crumble (Just like that)
My bitches bad and bougie
Talk they shit, ha, not humble
(Talk they shit)
Uh, Ksubi the jeans (Ksubi the jeans)
Hop out the Hellcat, where the ends at?
(Skrrt)
Young fly nigga, I been that (Been that)
And a bad bitch I been havin' (Hey)
Funny little nigga, send back (Hey)
Told me this wasn't it, look where I'm at
(Woo, woo)
Look what I did, look at the fit, ha
(Look what I did)
From head to toe, this a whole kit (Hey, ho)
Sit back and watch, ha
I gave you the guide (Sit there and watch)
Sit back and watch (Sit there and watch)
Ha, watch me arrive (Watch me arrive) yeah
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger
(I swear he got a brrt)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Oh, my) (Yeah)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(I love her, Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens slippers
Know now I got a thirty-count bag
(Ooh, bitch, bitch, bitch, Ha, I love her)
Have a bitch count twenty thousand
Then put in the bag (Bitch) (Ha, I love her)
Remember days in math, I slip in the Raf
(Psh, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt, bitch)
Know I just get to the money
'cause that is what is matter
(Du-du-du-du, ooh, let's go)
Fifteen hundred for the tennis shoes
Told that boy shoo, what you 'bout to do?
(Let's get it, let's get it)
I was raised just to go get to the money
I don't give a fuck 'bout your schedule
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
We do not love on a girl, fuck the feelings
I'm goin' to sleep when I'm wantin' to
(Ha, ha, ha, let's go)
Have Lil Jay empty the clip with the ten when
You sleep so you better not make a move
(Du-du-du-du bam-du-du-du bam)
Better not move new walk around, two poles
I leave my shit (Bitch, bitch)
We go two in a row
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger
(I swear he got a brrt)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Oh, my)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(I love her)
(Ha, I love her)
(Uh, huh) yes, sir (Yes, sir)
(What you sayin', Ty?, 1800 shit)
I can, can, uh (Let's go) yeah
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger (Bang boom boom)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Shit)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(Cougars)
Ha, young nigga raised in the jungle (Jungle)
And I can when they scared
Don't say a word, he mumble
(Don't say a word)
Wasn't like this, ain't thorough
He crumble (Just like that)
My bitches bad and bougie
Talk they shit, ha, not humble
(Talk they shit)
Uh, Ksubi the jeans (Ksubi the jeans)
Hop out the Hellcat, where the ends at?
(Skrrt)
Young fly nigga, I been that (Been that)
And a bad bitch I been havin' (Hey)
Funny little nigga, send back (Hey)
Told me this wasn't it, look where I'm at
(Woo, woo)
Look what I did, look at the fit, ha
(Look what I did)
From head to toe, this a whole kit (Hey, ho)
Sit back and watch, ha
I gave you the guide (Sit there and watch)
Sit back and watch (Sit there and watch)
Ha, watch me arrive (Watch me arrive) yeah
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger
(I swear he got a brrt)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Oh, my) (Yeah)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(I love her, Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens slippers
Know now I got a thirty-count bag
(Ooh, bitch, bitch, bitch, Ha, I love her)
Have a bitch count twenty thousand
Then put in the bag (Bitch) (Ha, I love her)
Remember days in math, I slip in the Raf
(Psh, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt, bitch)
Know I just get to the money
'cause that is what is matter
(Du-du-du-du, ooh, let's go)
Fifteen hundred for the tennis shoes
Told that boy shoo, what you 'bout to do?
(Let's get it, let's get it)
I was raised just to go get to the money
I don't give a fuck 'bout your schedule
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
We do not love on a girl, fuck the feelings
I'm goin' to sleep when I'm wantin' to
(Ha, ha, ha, let's go)
Have Lil Jay empty the clip with the ten when
You sleep so you better not make a move
(Du-du-du-du bam-du-du-du bam)
Better not move new walk around, two poles
I leave my shit (Bitch, bitch)
We go two in a row
Teach you how to get like this, boy
I am not a tutor (I am not a tutor)
Concealed on my brother, boy
I swear he got a Ruger
(I swear he got a brrt)
Shoot him and his boy like he 2Pac
He neutered (Oh, my)
I like my bitches bad, kinda, ooh, cougars
(I love her)
(Ha, I love her)