Shooters Shoot (feat. TrapHouse Koda)

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Slankatillion

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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
I ain't wife'n up shit
Finger ain't getting no rock
Unless she talking bout moon
Then you know we smokin' that rock
They real niggas shoot (Yeah yeah)
So I gotta keep that glock (Yeah yeah)
Man I ain't wife'n no bitch
I ain't cuffin' no thot (Yeah yeah)
Baby I want yo neck
Baby I want yo body (Yeah yeah)
When you give me that head
Baby can you make it sloppy (Yeah yeah)
Baby girl sit on this lap
Like I'm Santa make you naughty (Yeah yeah)
And I spend a lot of bread
Bitch thought I was llumanati (Yeah yeah)
I got ten bands on me
I can spend them all right now
Ten bad bitches
I can f*ck'em all right now
Now she thought I was a plumber
Cause she getting piped down
Neighbors beatin' at my door to tell that bitch to pipe down
Ouu
But she can't help that shit (Yeah yeah)
All these hoes love to get wild (Yeah yeah)
When they on Slanky dick (Yeah yeah)
All these hoes want to have a child (Yeah yeah)
When they on Slanky dick (Yeah yeah)
Already got one kid (Yeah yeah)
Baby girl I ain't even with that shit (Yeah yeah)
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
Well if real shooters shoot you know I never miss
Prolly with ya girl counting dead presidents
I'm just here to let you know I do not love that bitch
So you can have her if you want her cause I gotta split (Yeah)
I ain't ever fucking with no bitch that ask for handouts (Handouts)
let her think I'm broke then poof I brought them bands out (Bands out)
Really had shawty thinkin bout kickin' her mans out
Had to tell her calm down cause bitch I'm not ya mans now
It's Koda with a K and I don't mean four seven (Brrt)
I had my heart broken by this bitch named Megan (Bitch)
First cut was the deepest then she cut it in sections (Shit)
To her heart I lost the race I always came on 2nd
So I smoke to ease the pain but I got codeine dreams (Dreams)
Pourin' all these lines turned me to a codeine fiend (Fiend)
New four five came with a streamlight beam (Bah bah)
Big with a attitude like mean Joe Green
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop
They say real shooters shoot so I'm go'n shoot my shot
Bring'r to the crib I treat'r like a Thot
All my cars robotic man they auto bots
I could never ever cuff her cause I ain't no cop

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