shooters - shabazz pbg lyrics
[intro]
(whoo whoo whoo whoo
shabazz n-gga
aye turn me up turk)
whoo whoo
whoo whoo whoo
[hook]
(sabbazz n-gga)
n-ggas snakes better watch how you move
bro christian lous drop the trap in the stu
designer drugs on me everything new
keep it on me i got too much to lose
glock 23 on me in a new coupe
that b-tch a drop top bro shoot out the roof
ar pistol two tone just like my jewels
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x5]
this a glizzy not a ruger i gave that sh-t to my shooter
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x2]
[verse 1]
these givenchy not medusas
true to my religion n-gga no buddha
bro on probation he still with the shooters
knockin them packs out like im zab judah
teachin n-ggas just like i was a tutor
im in the club send my shooter through uber
i get them bags then i move em
deliver them pies like i’m pizza movers
i got them bags
young n-gga really came from trappin the swag
i got the cash
pull up to the trap spot just to count up my cash
i got yo b-tch
she on my phone and she keep telling me she need d-ck
i got the stick
pull up on my side i swear to god my dog gon hit
[hook]
n-ggas snakes better watch how you move
bro christian lous drop the trap in the stu
designer drugs on me everything new
keep it on me i got too much to lose
glock 23 on me in a new coupe
that b-tch a drop top bro shoot out the roof
ar pistol two tone just like my jewels
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x5]
this a glizzy not a ruger i gave that sh-t to my shooter
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x2]
[verse 2]
knock the pack out like i’m barry bonds
stepped in the club and i smell like a bomb
bought a choppa n-gga f-ck a alarm
pop me three percocets manny off bars
2017 the year of the dons
that boy blew up like saddam
i invested five arms
plug throw me gas on the arm
talkin og he got farms
flew to vegas you know i get it gone
i’m in the club and your b-tch on my arm
“double r” i got your b-tch seeing stars
hold on bro, he keep tryn hop out the car
put a hundred rounds in the ar
f-ck 12 free lil mar!
ty in the club rolling gas off a bar
had too much to drink i can’t drive the car
pop me two percocets now i’m on mars
how that’s your brother and he watch you starve?
don’t trust these b-tches only trust my dons
palace my shirt and supreme on my arm
i got real og’s rest in peace bob
og dolla do the dash in the car
[hook]
n-ggas snakes better watch how you move
bro christian lous drop the trap in the stu
designer drugs on me everything new
keep it on me i got too much to lose
glock 23 on me in a new coupe
that b-tch a drop top bro shoot out the roof
ar pistol two tone just like my jewels
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x5]
this a glizzy not a ruger i gave that sh-t to my shooter
i’m in the trap with the shooters[x2]
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