I don't need a gang
Bitch I'm the shooter
The owner
The writer and the producer
Mind on my bag
Meditating like a Buddhist
So many on my line
Thought I was yellow page listed
No practice just gifted
So many sacks on me
Like Santa
I gift shit
Lifting up all my niggas
Crane shit
Thought I was B sister
1988 hell bound
Hellraiser
1996 on your city
I'm twister
1999 f*ck you
I'm in too deep
2003 f*ck your jokes
No Scary Movie 3
Wasn't there for the filming
So f*ck your Emmy
Wasn't starving there with me
Cause you was eating tv dinners
Wasn't having my back
So don't think you screening my picture
Wasn't slanging no tickets
You ain't VIP'ing shit
Wouldn't feed you popcorn bitch
F*ck your snacks
All facts
This ain't a movie
You can't play me
I hear everything
Bitch Call me Dolby
I'm tucked in back
While little baby do me
My niggas we ruthless
Go gummy on a sap
Leave that bitch nigga toothless
We filmed it
And you ain't do shit
But your bitch ain't mad
She asked what a stud do
Told her take two
Now little thoty on playback
You barred from filming
Won't get a glimpse of how I'm living
F*ck your red carpet
But we on some star shit
Elon Musk
Cars to mars shit
Don't f*ck with bullets
We totes lasers
Space trooper war shit
Clip so big
Need a terabyte for it
Won't catch me running
Cause bitch I ain't Forest
No Jumanji
Games I ain't for it
We never lacking
Fast and furious
But this ain't imported
Won't catch me snoring
Cause sleepy not my f*cking name
Call me Smokey
I'll be rolling
And lighting up them things
Your life a short story
No hall of fame
Your boo ain't important
But for me
She can't say the same
She ain't my girl
She just see drowning
But f*ck a no know
Bitch could die of a bee sting
But care still is a no no
We Shottas
And you niggas be Elmo's
Think shit funny
But Sig tells no jokes
We got the power
And you got no volts
Executive powers
And you still got no votes
Bitch we the critics
And you get 2 thumbs down
Projects you working on
You should put down
No credit for your flow
Space done ran out
Casting couch tomorrow
Cause your scene played out
Ops like plots
Can get laid out
GodShy - Shooters (Action) Lyrics
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I don't need a gang
Bitch I'm the shooter
The owner
The writer and the producer
Mind on my bag
Meditating like a Buddhist
So many on my line
Thought I was yellow page listed
No practice just gifted
So many sacks on me
Like Santa
I gift shit
Lifting up all my niggas
Crane shit
Thought I was B sister
1988 hell bound
Hellraiser
1996 on your city
I'm twister
1999 f*ck you
I'm in too deep
2003 f*ck your jokes
No Scary Movie 3
Wasn't there for the filming
So f*ck your Emmy
Wasn't starving there with me
Cause you was eating tv dinners
Wasn't having my back
So don't think you screening my picture
Wasn't slanging no tickets
You ain't VIP'ing shit
Wouldn't feed you popcorn bitch
F*ck your snacks
All facts
This ain't a movie
You can't play me
I hear everything
Bitch Call me Dolby
I'm tucked in back
While little baby do me
My niggas we ruthless
Go gummy on a sap
Leave that bitch nigga toothless
We filmed it
And you ain't do shit
But your bitch ain't mad
She asked what a stud do
Told her take two
Now little thoty on playback
You barred from filming
Won't get a glimpse of how I'm living
F*ck your red carpet
But we on some star shit
Elon Musk
Cars to mars shit
Don't f*ck with bullets
We totes lasers
Space trooper war shit
Clip so big
Need a terabyte for it
Won't catch me running
Cause bitch I ain't Forest
No Jumanji
Games I ain't for it
We never lacking
Fast and furious
But this ain't imported
Won't catch me snoring
Cause sleepy not my f*cking name
Call me Smokey
I'll be rolling
And lighting up them things
Your life a short story
No hall of fame
Your boo ain't important
But for me
She can't say the same
She ain't my girl
She just see drowning
But f*ck a no know
Bitch could die of a bee sting
But care still is a no no
We Shottas
And you niggas be Elmo's
Think shit funny
But Sig tells no jokes
We got the power
And you got no volts
Executive powers
And you still got no votes
Bitch we the critics
And you get 2 thumbs down
Projects you working on
You should put down
No credit for your flow
Space done ran out
Casting couch tomorrow
Cause your scene played out
Ops like plots
Can get laid out
Bitch I'm the shooter
The owner
The writer and the producer
Mind on my bag
Meditating like a Buddhist
So many on my line
Thought I was yellow page listed
No practice just gifted
So many sacks on me
Like Santa
I gift shit
Lifting up all my niggas
Crane shit
Thought I was B sister
1988 hell bound
Hellraiser
1996 on your city
I'm twister
1999 f*ck you
I'm in too deep
2003 f*ck your jokes
No Scary Movie 3
Wasn't there for the filming
So f*ck your Emmy
Wasn't starving there with me
Cause you was eating tv dinners
Wasn't having my back
So don't think you screening my picture
Wasn't slanging no tickets
You ain't VIP'ing shit
Wouldn't feed you popcorn bitch
F*ck your snacks
All facts
This ain't a movie
You can't play me
I hear everything
Bitch Call me Dolby
I'm tucked in back
While little baby do me
My niggas we ruthless
Go gummy on a sap
Leave that bitch nigga toothless
We filmed it
And you ain't do shit
But your bitch ain't mad
She asked what a stud do
Told her take two
Now little thoty on playback
You barred from filming
Won't get a glimpse of how I'm living
F*ck your red carpet
But we on some star shit
Elon Musk
Cars to mars shit
Don't f*ck with bullets
We totes lasers
Space trooper war shit
Clip so big
Need a terabyte for it
Won't catch me running
Cause bitch I ain't Forest
No Jumanji
Games I ain't for it
We never lacking
Fast and furious
But this ain't imported
Won't catch me snoring
Cause sleepy not my f*cking name
Call me Smokey
I'll be rolling
And lighting up them things
Your life a short story
No hall of fame
Your boo ain't important
But for me
She can't say the same
She ain't my girl
She just see drowning
But f*ck a no know
Bitch could die of a bee sting
But care still is a no no
We Shottas
And you niggas be Elmo's
Think shit funny
But Sig tells no jokes
We got the power
And you got no volts
Executive powers
And you still got no votes
Bitch we the critics
And you get 2 thumbs down
Projects you working on
You should put down
No credit for your flow
Space done ran out
Casting couch tomorrow
Cause your scene played out
Ops like plots
Can get laid out
Writer: Tamila Walker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid