Yea
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
(If it's a crime scene, who tf the real shooters in this mf, everybody always talking about totin guns and shi, we gon talk about it)
Yea
Feelin dark again
Like I f*ckin smoked to much
N the problems ain gon
They just turned to dust
Why we acting grown niggas only 20 up
These niggas buying all this shi ain even 20 up
Ha
Know I'm bout to get a hunnid in
100 bandz counting up some bread to eat lunch again
F*ck sandwiches but I'll stack it with some onions in
Then I'm back n forth movin like I'm f*ckin curry man
Bounce
Wop
Make that ass drop
Know I like to see it move like some gum drops
I bite that ass slow n lick it like a icepop
I told my baby hold on don't let that gun drop
Shit
Don't let that mf gun drop
Gun shots, sound that go off when that gun pop
Fast stop get some gas then I'm playin black top
Back drop take my damn photo wit no bad shot
Nigga
(Man Lee you gotta chill, but I can't tho, bruh I gotta like, tell these mfs if it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter?)
If it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter
I got this nice n this price tryna wet the Uber
You move right then you most likely to get the mover
Ain no drugs but this dick a really get me to her
Huh
105 my f*ckin speed limit
Nigga got caught wit a murder then said he did it
We ain doin shi but yo momma said that we did it
Weak nigga
Lettin yo momma f*ckin speak nigga
Huh
That's why I f*cked her real good to
Hair up, ass fat, and she got on PINK too
Loose shoes had to hook her up so she fresh too
Loose screws gave her ass my drill so it's tight to
Ha
Damn Lee you gotta
Chill on these mfs
Boy you gotta
This my last one for the year yall
Y'all
Y'all can take that and run with it
MackWoodLee - Who The Real Shooter? Lyrics
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Yea
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
(If it's a crime scene, who tf the real shooters in this mf, everybody always talking about totin guns and shi, we gon talk about it)
Yea
Feelin dark again
Like I f*ckin smoked to much
N the problems ain gon
They just turned to dust
Why we acting grown niggas only 20 up
These niggas buying all this shi ain even 20 up
Ha
Know I'm bout to get a hunnid in
100 bandz counting up some bread to eat lunch again
F*ck sandwiches but I'll stack it with some onions in
Then I'm back n forth movin like I'm f*ckin curry man
Bounce
Wop
Make that ass drop
Know I like to see it move like some gum drops
I bite that ass slow n lick it like a icepop
I told my baby hold on don't let that gun drop
Shit
Don't let that mf gun drop
Gun shots, sound that go off when that gun pop
Fast stop get some gas then I'm playin black top
Back drop take my damn photo wit no bad shot
Nigga
(Man Lee you gotta chill, but I can't tho, bruh I gotta like, tell these mfs if it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter?)
If it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter
I got this nice n this price tryna wet the Uber
You move right then you most likely to get the mover
Ain no drugs but this dick a really get me to her
Huh
105 my f*ckin speed limit
Nigga got caught wit a murder then said he did it
We ain doin shi but yo momma said that we did it
Weak nigga
Lettin yo momma f*ckin speak nigga
Huh
That's why I f*cked her real good to
Hair up, ass fat, and she got on PINK too
Loose shoes had to hook her up so she fresh too
Loose screws gave her ass my drill so it's tight to
Ha
Damn Lee you gotta
Chill on these mfs
Boy you gotta
This my last one for the year yall
Y'all
Y'all can take that and run with it
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
Uhhhh
Yea yea
(If it's a crime scene, who tf the real shooters in this mf, everybody always talking about totin guns and shi, we gon talk about it)
Yea
Feelin dark again
Like I f*ckin smoked to much
N the problems ain gon
They just turned to dust
Why we acting grown niggas only 20 up
These niggas buying all this shi ain even 20 up
Ha
Know I'm bout to get a hunnid in
100 bandz counting up some bread to eat lunch again
F*ck sandwiches but I'll stack it with some onions in
Then I'm back n forth movin like I'm f*ckin curry man
Bounce
Wop
Make that ass drop
Know I like to see it move like some gum drops
I bite that ass slow n lick it like a icepop
I told my baby hold on don't let that gun drop
Shit
Don't let that mf gun drop
Gun shots, sound that go off when that gun pop
Fast stop get some gas then I'm playin black top
Back drop take my damn photo wit no bad shot
Nigga
(Man Lee you gotta chill, but I can't tho, bruh I gotta like, tell these mfs if it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter?)
If it's a crime scene who tf the real shooter
I got this nice n this price tryna wet the Uber
You move right then you most likely to get the mover
Ain no drugs but this dick a really get me to her
Huh
105 my f*ckin speed limit
Nigga got caught wit a murder then said he did it
We ain doin shi but yo momma said that we did it
Weak nigga
Lettin yo momma f*ckin speak nigga
Huh
That's why I f*cked her real good to
Hair up, ass fat, and she got on PINK too
Loose shoes had to hook her up so she fresh too
Loose screws gave her ass my drill so it's tight to
Ha
Damn Lee you gotta
Chill on these mfs
Boy you gotta
This my last one for the year yall
Y'all
Y'all can take that and run with it
Writer: Leland Graham
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