lirik lagu otm ruger - shooters
intro:
otm b-tch
trap, that’s that otm sh-t
that’s that ble sh-t
free all my thug n-ggas out the chain gang n-gga
verse 1 (ruger):
they like ruger, boy you gon end up just like ya daddy
but f-ck that, im thuggin way harder than my daddy
bein savage, -?- on d-cks we stackin cabbage
we rabbits, cuz we want them 22 carots
free dam-rs- my dawg locked up for a car jacking
it ain’t happen, the crackers just mad cuz he was snappin
im tired, tired of these f-ck n-ggas who steady rappin
ima crash, hit him in his sh-t and he gon tell his mami
on my dawgs who gon run down and think im flaggin
im up, call back that thang and get to blast em
watch em run while i emptied the clip and let em have it
is he hit? i hope i ain’t miss i hope i wacked them
for my sisters, shout out to kiani, lil deasia
your older, but just dont forget my mama raised ya
independent, and dont let a n-gga try to play ya
if he do, then come tell me then ima spray a n-gga
run up, you gon get done up, i ain’t tryna scare ya
im just lettin you know ima strike your -ss i ain’t gon spare ya
no threat, young n-gga look im just tryna tell ya
since you playing games, truth or dare, p-ssy boy i dare ya
then try me, watch hollows spread like poison ivy
playing on our tough road, got them hollows leering through his body
he bootin up talkin so reckless off that molly
just be yourself stop tryna act like you just bodied n-gga
yolo , you only live once, so b-tch its yolo
ive been in foreigns, this ain’t legit, this b-tch a stolo
thuggin, snap through the city d-ckin the popo
smoke purp, not on me like tony romo
im thugged out, yeen gotta ask me how im livin
in the screets, i feel like popeye when he on that spinach
my judge, at 14 years old left me a menace
break in yo sh-t leave it empty like the grinch from christmas
chorus:
say that’s your shooter why you send him he ain’t f-ckin shoot us
catch him lackin with his n-ggas we gon start shootin
we got thirties with extensions, man nineties and rugers
we got a clip full of k!llers, ready to make a movie
(x2)
verse 2 (frenchyy)
you talkin like you cutthroat and i’m a scratcher
stop flexin, like chris manson b-tch i’m a wrestler
im thuggin, i was raised in the streets, b-tch im a b-st-rd
f-ck yo momma, f-ck yo grandmami, and yo daddy
lil savage, he at yo head, about that cabbage
in traffic, i’m chasing those carrots, b-tch i’m a rabbit
yo main b-tch, she a eater, ima beat her, then leave her
cuz i ain’t got time for a skeezer
he clutchin, but jit ain’t bussin, he a poser
i’m leanin, on promethazine and sprite soda
if theres beef, i’m all in the cut with lil ashton
with ratchets, 40’s with d-cks and automatics
i’m beatin on that lil b-tch back like i’m her daddy
call ruger, b-tch thats my shooter he make it happen
he at it like he about that pressure, b-tch ima smash him
and lean him up out his adidas, they went to rappin
my daddy told me stop that cussin, i be trippen
i asked him where the f-ck he was at when i was little
my momma raised us up by herself, she was [?]
if i catch that n-gga who k!lled lenny, ima bust him
chorus:
say that’s your shooter why you send him he ain’t f-ckin shoot us
catch him lackin with his n-ggas we gon start shootin
we got thirties with extensions, man nineties and rugers
we got a clip full of k!llers, ready to make a movie
(x2)
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