Rich Shooters (feat. Q Da Fool)

Bow-bow

(Rich shooter, rich shooter) Uh

Yeah, damn (800, rich shooter)

Yeah (800)

Hunnid round goon (Blaow, blaow)

Uh, bitch I'm heroin on a spoon (So walk it out)

I'm dope (I'm dope)

Uh, fuck your shooter

Heard his pistol on safety

I might double wrap, and bubble wrap your wife and baby

I been popping rubber bands

Rubber bands drove me crazy

I can't fuck with rappers

I ain't been feeling rappers lately (Bow)

In and outta jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy (Man, they drove me crazy)

I might smoke a ****, I might give his mother daisies (Bow)

Rest in peace Bob because how Bob raised me

He was fucking with that dope (That dope)

Medellín, we was wavy

Fuck a deal, 'cause them bricks with scales really paid me

Run up in a Mercedes (Skrrt)

Fuck 12, tryna frame me

Outside with the junkies

Jumbo 50's, we go monkey

I really dropped ****, broad day

I'ma show 'em how the mob play

Get up close and personal

Meet you face to face, uh

You could pick a time, you could pick a place

I'ma beat the case, uh

Finesse plug, finesse buyers, do everything, uh ( I do everything)

I know one thing, I ain't never buying no wedding ring (Man, fuck that bih)

Y'all was riding dicks, I was outside doing better things

First time I called my mother locked up, she said, "You better swing"

Attempted murder, I was 15, with a 17, with a big dream

I ran all in his shit

'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that ****)

I appreciate these moments 'cause I never had nothing

Used to be a crash dummy now I get that fast money

I remember she was stalling now she got that ass jumping

Me and my ****, we be balling, we can't wait to buy something

I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'ma a rich shooter

We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters

Three got the Mackey and that bitch came with a cooler

We the fucking rich shooters

Fuck them ****, they some losers

I was built to win, no, I can't ever, ever lose (Uh!)

Bitch, they call me Jefe with them muhfucking jewels (Young Jefe, holmes)

They act like they don't fuck with me, they watch my every move (Ha)

Glizzy Man, Q da Fool

We ain't cool with your tool

You ain't no fucking stepper, where your motherfucking weapon?

First gun I ever shot it was a .38 Special

It's GG to the world, blow, we on another level

And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit forever (30, 30)

Bitch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt)

You can call me, get a 8-ball or a get a whole plate (Hey)

I don't need a damn extendo, F&N is on my waist

And I don't even send a memo, I just get your ass erased

We like the UPS for bills (Yah)

Through the mail

My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels

Where I'm from, they like to kill

Keep that chopper by the wheel (Brrr)

I sense some **** tell

'Bow-bow' go to hell

I appreciate these moments 'cause I never had nothing

Used to be a crash dummy now I get that fast money

I remember she was stalling now she got that ass jumping

Me and my ****, we be balling, we can't wait to buy something

I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'ma a rich shooter

We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters

Three got the Mackey and that bitch came with a cooler

We the fucking rich shooters

Fuck them ****, they some losers