Lyrics

Bow, bow Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter Yeah, damn Yeah, hundred round goon Uh, bitch I'm Herwin on the spoon I'm dope Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers lately In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy I might smoke a nigga, I might give his mother daisies Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me He was fuckin' with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really paid me Coulda been in Mercedes, fuck 12 tryna frame me Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey I really dropped niggas broad day I'ma show 'em how the mob play Get up close, personal, my shit face to face (Face to face) You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the case (Fuck nigga) Finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything) I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch) Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was outside doin' better things First time I called my mother locked up, she said, "You better swing" Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream I run all in this shit (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga) I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin' Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin' Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin' I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers I was built to win, no I can't ever ever lose Bitch, they call me Jefe with a mothafuckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes) They act like they don't fuck with me, they watch my every move Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't cool with you, too You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where your mothafuckin' weapon? First gun I ever shot it was a .38 special It's GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life) And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit forever (30, 30) Bitch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt) You can come and get an eight ball or get a whole plate I don't need a damn extendo, F&N is on my waist And I don't even send a memo, I just get your ass erased We like the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels Where I'm from they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel I seen some nigga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin' Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin' Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin' I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Marquis King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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