Shooter2x (feat. 21 Savage)

(DP on the beat)

I'ma say it two times, want this money-money on me-on me

We ain't playin' with these ****, man

No, we different, ****

Boss shit

I just say it two times, want this money-money and it's on me-on me

Why you tweakin', they my homies-homies

Get this cash-cash, I just want it fast-fast

I'ma spaz, spend it on yo ass-ass

No need for vests-vests, aim-aim, head-head

Chest-chest, yes-yes

Shooter-shooter with me-with me, why you playin'?

Fifties-fifties-fifties, fifties-fifties-fifties

Fifty shots, **** whoa (21)

That stick gon' sweep a **** up, you betta not hit the floor

SWAT team, Mossberg comin' through the door (21)

Tommy Gun, whoa (Whoa) trench coat, whoa (Whoa-whoa)

Lil' bitch, I know you heard how young Savage scrape the bowl (Scrape)

Motorola beepin', (21) VV's fleekin'

Lil' Durk, he got that thirty on him, he might get to tweakin' (21)

I just pulled up on yo main bitch and you know she freaky (Ya did?)

She know ain't no sleepin' (I did)

Time to call a Uber (21)

Young Savage, man, I bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21)

Mac-11 smoke yo baby daddy like some hookah (Yeah)

We-we got Glocks, Ks, Techs, **** and bazooka's (Straight up)

Clip long like a ruler (Straight up)

I just say it two times, want this money-money and it's on me-on me

Why you tweakin', they my homies-homies

Get this cash-cash, I just want it fast-fast

I'ma spaz-spaz, get on yo ass-ass

No need for vests-vests, aim-aim, head-head

Chest-chest, yes-yes

Shooter-shooter with me-with me, why you playin'?

Fifties-fifties-fifties, fifties-fifties-fifties

Me, I just came outta poverty (Go)

I just spent fifty on property (Let's get it)

Off in the street to the gun violence

Glock's in your name, shoot probably

I pour up a fo' for my dead guys (Drank)

My hood is more than a block to me

Aye, I keep a jock on me

A couple killa's, ain't no offin' me

Bitch you want sex, I want all mouth

We be them **** they talkin' 'bout (Whoa)

I'm saucin', I'm walkin' away now

Don't tweak, I'm coolin' with gang now

Overdose, I'm like Wayne now (Drank)

Before, we was strapped like Girbaud jeans

Now we spend fifty on chains now

And we put fifty on thangs now

Booty died from dialysis

Op **** was the happiest

The city know when you wack as shit

Real killa, ain't no accident

Crackin' carb on a match and shit

Got the pounds, ain't no matchin' shit

Guns and dope in the mattress shit

Fuck **** with the actor shit (Gang)

I just say it two times, want this money-money and it's on me-on me

Why you tweakin', they my homies-homies

Get this cash-cash, I just want it fast-fast

I'ma spaz-spaz, get on yo ass-ass

No need for vests-vests, aim-aim, head-head

Chest-chest, yes-yes

Shooter-shooter with me-with me, why you playin'?

Fifties-fifties-fifties, fifties-fifties-fifties

Gang

Let's get it, gang