Young OLT - I'm a Shooter (Outro) lyrics
[Young OLT - I'm a Shooter Outro lyrics]
Uh yeah, yeah gang, gang (Open the door
Put this Glock to your face like "Hello")
Bad bitch with some thick lips
Told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip
I got the Ruger out he say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now? Late night
And I'm counting racks but
I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks
I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"
Wrist heavy, break down the watch put ice
Up in that mu'fucka touch my chain fah
You will die about this mu'fucka
Yeah this chain shine but don't touch it
Pocket full of iron and I'll bust it
I didn't pay all this cash for
The whip just for nothin'
So police get behind me
You know I'ma dust him
Hol' up, no I'm back again
I pull up with 30's
"'round of applause" cause I'm clappin' shit
Throw these bullets at him like a spear
You thinking I'm African
Choppa hit him, make him disappear
No this ain't a magic trick
I'll whip yo head, like Willow
I got that rock and I'm moving the soft
Like pillow young nigga ball like Carmelo
Open the door
Put this Glock to your face like "Hello"
Hello, bitch got smacked with the metal
Metal, I light it up like a candle
Candle, he want me to front him but hell no
If you ain't got it all stupid
Bitch get the hell on
Glocks don't got no safe
And I'm holding these racks I
Ain't got no safe
Nigga come at me wrong, he ain't got no face
Up the Glock on his ass I'ma pop his face
Woah my niggas really step on shit
I don't care 'bout what you talm' 'bout
Every nigga like to talk they shit
'till they see pistols sparking out
Yeah, all my niggas drop 'em down
Bah, bah, bah "Aye what's that sound?"
That hunnid 'round who talking now?
Bad bitch with some thick lips
Told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip
I got the Ruger out he say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now? Late night
And I'm counting racks but
I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks
I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"
Put this Glock to your face like "Hello")
Bad bitch with some thick lips
Told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip
I got the Ruger out he say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now? Late night
And I'm counting racks but
I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks
I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"
Wrist heavy, break down the watch put ice
Up in that mu'fucka touch my chain fah
You will die about this mu'fucka
Yeah this chain shine but don't touch it
Pocket full of iron and I'll bust it
I didn't pay all this cash for
The whip just for nothin'
So police get behind me
You know I'ma dust him
Hol' up, no I'm back again
I pull up with 30's
"'round of applause" cause I'm clappin' shit
Throw these bullets at him like a spear
You thinking I'm African
Choppa hit him, make him disappear
No this ain't a magic trick
I'll whip yo head, like Willow
I got that rock and I'm moving the soft
Like pillow young nigga ball like Carmelo
Open the door
Put this Glock to your face like "Hello"
Hello, bitch got smacked with the metal
Metal, I light it up like a candle
Candle, he want me to front him but hell no
If you ain't got it all stupid
Bitch get the hell on
Glocks don't got no safe
And I'm holding these racks I
Ain't got no safe
Nigga come at me wrong, he ain't got no face
Up the Glock on his ass I'ma pop his face
Woah my niggas really step on shit
I don't care 'bout what you talm' 'bout
Every nigga like to talk they shit
'till they see pistols sparking out
Yeah, all my niggas drop 'em down
Bah, bah, bah "Aye what's that sound?"
That hunnid 'round who talking now?
Bad bitch with some thick lips
Told her use her mouth
Big stick with a big clip
I got the Ruger out he say he a shooter
Frr, frr, who a shooter now? Late night
And I'm counting racks but
I keep losing count
Hit that then forget that, call a Uber now
Big racks, I mean big stacks
I got a huge amount
Gas pack by the pound, I need a Hookah now
Pull up we gon' knock him down
Told him "I'm a shooter now"
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