Shooter

[Intro]
Yeah, aha
Word, P

[Verse]
I'm from a side that gets no sunshine
Don't cross these enemy lines
Bruh, my niggas is hungry, you look like lunchtime
I'm on the frontline, and when It's go time I pack mine
Follow no guidelines, thug in my bloodline, fuck one time
Chasin' after euros while kickin' shit like judo
Can't hang with the clan, you ain't 'bout it, you gets no kudos
I'm rollin' fat blunts, the same size of sumos
It's dark deep, vicious, it move like a pack of Cujo's
You the type of nigga, game on the line
You missed the freethrow
I'm the type of nigga, stare at me wrong, snuck through your pupil
Fuck with me it'll cost ya, my partners are trained of us
Niggas be super loud 'til the barrels in this shit talk up
Maneuver through shit with elegance
Dog nigga with arrogance
Blowin' on disparagin', only smoke the fine delikats
Ain't down with the pack, then it's simple, you just irrelevant
I'm off the leash
Mad dog hunt with bad temperament
Niggas sweeter than pastries
And I'm strapped like the Navies
Have 'em pushin' up daisies, I'm sorry, South Memphis made me
Leave 'em floatin' with groupers, my dogs are life-removers
Niggas I got shooters, I send 'em at you through Uber
It's nothin', we move in silence
Probably in bushes hidin'
Never been lot about it, especially when we ridin'
Niggas won't understand, but they will when gun in hand
Get 'em while he's at home, creepin' window like
Bruh, man, steady hustlin'
Don't play, boy, you know the math
Decide to cross the path, best believe, nigga, that ya ask
And your bitch, she ain't loyal, she ain't shit, you need to get her
Know she be screamin' my name when y'all fuckin', and I ain't even hit her
Nigga