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Shooters Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Durk
Featuring: Snap Dogg, Antt Beatz
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Durk D. Banks, Snap Dogg




Lil Durk - Shooters Lyrics
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[ Featuring Snap Dogg, Antt Beatz ]

(Stuntman) woo, woo

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it coming

Niggas swear that they shooters, ain't shot shit
Ask about me, they gon' tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down, one on one you drop quick
Y'all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y'all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y'all ain't with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y'all can't see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That's an opp nigga
That's my chop nigga
I'm really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drama
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it thorough

I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we'll run through

Diamonds water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to fifty, them niggas can't be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
'Cause your life, you cool, but when you're dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my picture
There go Durk, let's get him, you know the cops quizzin' we missin'
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss 'em
Swish 'em, catch 'em, blick 'em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don't need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
F*ck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I'm talking drac's, street credit too, pint, I got the juice

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drama
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it thorough

I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we'll run through
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(Stuntman) woo, woo

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it coming

Niggas swear that they shooters, ain't shot shit
Ask about me, they gon' tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down, one on one you drop quick
Y'all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y'all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y'all ain't with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y'all can't see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That's an opp nigga
That's my chop nigga
I'm really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drama
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it thorough

I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we'll run through

Diamonds water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to fifty, them niggas can't be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
'Cause your life, you cool, but when you're dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my picture
There go Durk, let's get him, you know the cops quizzin' we missin'
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss 'em
Swish 'em, catch 'em, blick 'em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don't need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
F*ck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I'm talking drac's, street credit too, pint, I got the juice

Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drama
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I ain't worried, know I keep it thorough

I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we'll run through
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Writer: Durk D. Banks, Snap Dogg
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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