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shooter vs. chill will (intro) - kiing shooter lyrics

[intro]
what about your borough of queens?
who’s an artist comin’ out of queens that, that you could big up right now?
an artist comin’ out of queens that you could talk about?
uh, kiing shooter, kiing shooter
hahaha, word?
(diny made that)
struggle k!lls, what i might do today
they still like sleepin’ on a n*gga
got ’em

[verse 1]
i hear all this talk about how i ain’t shootin’ now (word?)
try me if you want, i bet i shoot you down (grrt, boom)
i be in and out of states, they scared to move around (where you at?)
i’m doin’ shows, i’m on the road, i’m makin’ movies now (let’s get it)
i guess they want me back up on some bullsh*t (oh, you do?)
walkin’ through the projects with a full clip (hey, i am)
blue hollows in this glock, i bet i won’t miss (i won’t)
i just pray if you survive, that you don’t snitch (please)
’cause n*ggas out here tellin’ like it’s necessary (you a rat)
bro got seventeen, he go in february (i got you)
we just jewish up our lawyers, we ain’t never worry (at all)
and i could k!ll you in my sleep, so i ain’t in a hurry (uh*huh)
i’m bangin’ for a cause, they just want some clout (what’s crackin’?)
until my n*ggas posted in his mother house (where you goin’?)
duct tape around her lips and make you stomp her out (hah)
and have your sister eat this d*ck while i’m on the couch (let’s get it)

[interlude]
i’m startin’ to think n*ggas miss me violatin’ them or somethin’
i been tryna chill
been doin’ tours and sh*t
but i guess they like the old shooter better, huh?
hahaha
lit

[verse 2]
i’m only gettin’ hotter and i’m heatin’ up (facts)
like rocky in the freezer how i beat it up (hah)
dirt gang, i’m still insane, i keep a heater tucked (what’s crackin’?)
now i’m the reason that these b*tches turn they speakers up (let’s get it)
remember they was scared, they would run from me (word)
’cause when they went to hug me, felt a gun on me (hahaha)
now i be breakin’ b*tches’ backs, they can’t get nothin’ from me (come here)
but this d*ck just like a drug, they can’t stop f*ckin’ with me (let’s get it)
she’ll shoot her brother if i tell her to (i promise)
might send your b*tch across the water just to sell a few (yeah)
just keep it calm or you’ll get shot is what i’m tellin’ you (please)
i catch an opp, we ain’t gon’ box, i’m tryna bury you (word)
teddy bears and flowers where we left him at (uh*huh)
they tryna light some candles, so we spinnin’ back (we out)
we outside, we really live, not on the internet (at all)
so all that talkin’ that you doin’, put an end to that

- kiing shooter lyrics

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