Perry P - Shooters Shoot. Lyrics

Red man, red man, blood all on the case
He a scared man, scared man, I see it in his face
To the bread man, bread man, that paper all I chase
What I said man led man, all up in the place
Now niqqa who
Who the one you thought that you could play wit niqqa who
Pull up like what's hatnin' hoes just don't know what to do huh
Everyday adaptin' imma always meet the loot
Ain't behind no cameras but you know the shooters shoot
Ain't gone front I been too pressure 16 I was popular
Used to stay inside avoiding eyes now I be poppin' up
He ain't nice like that it's just the beat proceed to mop him up
You fell for the hoe then had a kid it ain't no shock to us
Buying out bags and kisses
Fam done made it from rags to riches
Momma you raised a hell of a son
Now yo son got bags of bitches yeeuh
Plan to drag the missus
Know a few people with tags and stitches
You niqqas forgot where it is we live
You really ain't totin' no mags and switches nah
Perry dun landed hide
She told you she sleep lies
Just like R O B 49, she had hips no waist with thighs made it
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, left me traumatised
Red man, red man, blood all on the case
He a scared man, scared man, I see it in his face
To the bread man, bread man, that paper all I chase
What I said man led man, all up in the place
Now niqqa who
Who the one you thought that you could play wit niqqa who
Pull up like what's hatnin' hoes just don't know what to do huh
Everyday adaptin' imma always meet the loot
Ain't behind no cameras but you know the shooters shoot