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shooter - ps hitsquad lyrics

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[intro]
(ay, ay scratch, how far?)
shooter, luger, hoover
who was the shooter?
hitsquad, baby

[chorus]
shooter, shooter (who?)
who shot you? who got a luger? (braap)
who got five points comin’ from 2 block? (who?)
mask on, mask off, done it like future
who’s slapped four? had two in the cruiser (oh sh*t)
who let seven bells go? hallelujah (hitsquad, baby)
who slid ’round with a hoover?
clue one, hsq was the shooter (braap)
who got done in the back of the uber? (window)
who got done at the food shop?
who let it off broad day, it was too hot (braap)
who done it him up broad day? gave him too much (got chinged, though)
who got done on a few blocks? (oh sh*t)
who was that in the passy movin’ all wassy and wavin’ a shooter? (who?)
hsq but who was the* (shooter)

[verse 1]
look, between mе and snoop, who’s darker? (ay, light skin)
light skin but he still charged up (ayy)
hitsquad, baby, thing in my parka (yеah)
told bro “park up”, lemme go blast off (oh sh*t)
roll with a dog, i’ma go bark off, bullseye (braap), i see a opp and they dart off (baap, braap)
see bruce and they do a 180, can’t stop
who’s tryna make a boy’s heart stop beatin’? (eergh)
do it broad day or the evenin’
me and bro doin’ up tally (oh sh*t), can’t lie, it’s lookin’ ’bout even (oh sh*t)
bro did couple guys up in a week (oh sh*t)
i did couple guys up in a weekend (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
hsq rise up and it’s peak (yeah)
couldn’t tell who’s in the passenger seat (hitsquad, baby)
could’ve been ****, it could’ve been p (me)
if you got stabbed, it was probably ****
stepper, me, i’ma get out on feet (yeah)
or i just lean out the back of the jeep (i’m a stepper)
hollow tip sweets, i got a trey and i’m shootin’ for free like i play for the heat (steppa)
leetothevi, clock the reaction, me i just lean when i’m makin’ it beat (change the weather)
lean, lean, lean (urgh, yeah)
i would say that we still got beef but them man are weak, they got no heart (none)
she a treesh, she got no class, i’m still gonna skeet on her drugs and *rs* (skeet on her bum)
i still let it beat when i got no mask (oh sh*t)
or i’m masked up like covid, they screamin’ out “oh sh*t” but that’s my bars
they screamin’ out “oh sh*t” but that’s my* (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
[chorus]
shooter, shooter (who?)
who shot you? who got a luger? (braap)
who got five points comin’ from 2 block? (who?)
mask on, mask off, done it like future
who’s slapped four? had two in the cruiser (oh sh*t)
who let seven bells go? hallelujah (hitsquad, baby)
who slid ’round with a hoover?
clue one, hsq was the shooter (braap)
who got done in the back of the uber?
who got done at the food shop?
who let it off broad day, it was too hot (braap)
who done it him up broad day? gave him too much (got chinged, though)
who got done on a few blocks? (oh sh*t)
who was that in the passy movin’ all wassy and wavin’ a shooter? (who?)
hsq but who was the*

[verse 2]
spin with a spin ting (smith and*), six in the trey eight, shoot in an instant
six in a mossberg pump, it’s a big ting (braap), copped it, smilin’ at bro, it’s a sick ting (it’s a big ting)
clocked five yutes, slapped four out the infant’
slapped three more ‘cah i saw he was limpin’ (he was lazy)
i get bored and i roll with my fl!ck ting (oh sh*t)
gave him more than ten with my fl!ck shank, quick ting (yuck, yuck)
fed two in his chest with my kitchen h*ll (oh sh*t), flippin’ h*ll with my ramzy
i got little man syndrome, please don’t mad me (for real), i just come ’round all angry
opp boys angry (woof), we been tyin’ it, **** said he got done by a patrick swayze (who?)
i got a drop and so did snoop (what?), that’s why i was movin’ lazy (snoop)
still got stepped on (stepped on), chest shot (yeah), should’ve put vest on (yeah)
know i’m a stepper, i step with the best of, did it in london, did it in **** (kway)
i got a burger, where the ketchup? (oh sh*t)
who got ****? better rest up (oh sh*t)
bro got birded for a next one (oh sh*t)
why they ain’t learnin’? london’s burnin’, fire of* (london)
yeah, i get it fried like compton, straight out of peckham, south london (raah)
home of the steppers, i got bunions (huh?)
rollin’ with gunmen and i’m a gunman (braap)
so we just bun them, they don’t want problems (braap), tell them “boy, come then” (baap)
it’s get long when they buck hitsquad (hitsquad), make them n*ggas all run like harriet tubman (f*ck off, or we might just catch ’em and gun them)
[chorus]
shooter, shooter
who shot you? who got a luger?
who got five points comin’ from 2 block?
mask on, mask off, done it like future
who’s slapped four? had two in the cruiser
who let seven bells go? hallelujah
who slid ’round with a hoover?
clue one, hsq was the shooter
who got done in the back of the uber?
who got done at the food shop?
who let it off broad day, it was too hot
who done it him up broad day? gave him too much
who got done on a few blocks?
who was that in the passy movin’ all wassy and wavin’ a shooter?
hsq but who was the*

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