Real Shooter Songtext

flip him
We ain’t talking if they come get us on the statement
Where’s my lawyer
You know Jason on the way when the cold in and murder
Not talking man what’s important
Anybody can shoot
Y’all go for all that shit
But now them boys be with Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi’s
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y’all go lose it
We won street wars nigga
So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys
who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles not
binoculars
Smash and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over dinner Focus in eyes open there’s not laughing when we in that
rental

I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter

I know a man myth
I know an old dog
These niggas love me
They call me they big dog
It don’t matter who you is nigga
We gon get the big dog
Cut the head off the body fall like when ivy dive
Ride or die
Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back
Gon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking problem
5 to the face 6 to the body
You know you die of Rover Red still on my passenger side
nigga

I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter

Shoot em up bang bang (you better run from em)
You better run from it (you better run)
You better run from it (you better run)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
(You better run from ‘em)
(You better run from ‘em)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They like their homework (they like their homework)
They do their homework (they like their homework)
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They do their homework (they like their homework)
They like their homework
I got the real shooter
We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch
On my lap there’s my strap my pocket monster
We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch
On my lap there’s my strap my pocket monster
Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang
Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang

I got the real shooter

(Oh that body go stiffer, that body go stiffer)