Shooter

By FendiFurCoat

Released on March 3, 2017

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[Chorus]

Walked in the function with a shooter with me

I ain't shootin' jack shit but my shooter might be

Boy your shit is fuckin' ticking that is not no rollie

All this damn guap boy I don't need a trophy

Jesus piece on my neck, nothin' bout me holy (ain't shit)

I don't need no damn VLONE, I been lonely

Claimin' they been trappin' but these pussies phonies

Bro just hit the pot script the size like macaroni


[Verse 1: FendiFurCoat]

All I do is run it up

All I do is chase a bag

Be away, SunTrust, Tor Browser, all of that

I ain't servin' shit, but my brody got the smack

Except servin' lean but don't hit him on the jack

Askin' me for features, bitch I told you I'm gon' tax

Tryna make a mil but as of now I'm robbin' sacks

When I'm down bad, yeah bitch gotta eat

Kush bagged up bitch yeah it proly' reek (ew)

Grimy young fella if I need it I'm gon' cheat

Xan man with a shotty boy nothin' bout him sweet

You ain't shootin' shit hoe, all you do is tweet

At your front door bitch like it's trick or treat (ding dong)

Just hopped out the Porsche hoe and I'm doing better

Bitch I ain't got drugs, I don't sell but I got sellers

Wrists so damn icy, walk up in it change the weather

You ain't juggin' shit the way I do it

Hoe I'm clever, yeah


[Chorus]

Walked in the function with a shooter with me

I ain't shootin' jack shit but my shooter might be

Boy your shit is fuckin' ticking that is not no rollie

All this damn guap boy I don't need a trophy

Jesus piece on my neck, nothin' bout me holy (ain't shit)

I don't need no damn VLONE, I been lonely (been lonely)

Claimin' they been trappin' but these pussies phonies (pussies phonies)

Bro just hit the pot script the size like macaroni


[Verse 2: Moe Trappa]

Kick doe, [?] doe

I can't love her unless she a rich hoe

Big go, she on the blow

On that molly so she know she gon' go

In the trap house with a hunnid bricks up on a mattress

If I want it, I'mma have it

Fendi pull up make it tragic

Pussy boy don't want no pressure

Pussy boy don't want no static

I might pull up in a foreign

Yes, I tote the automatic

Don't try me, two Glocks like Siamese

Bitch I ball like Kyrie, the NBA should sign me

Ain't no nigga like me

She gon' fight me

I just wanna get some pussy and she wanna wife me