SHOOTERS

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh (We love you, Tecca)

Shooters, no talkin'

You want it, then bargain

I got some racks all on my noggin

You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin

Said that I'm back, it's trouble

I cannot slack, you want to

I cannot nap, you want to

I cannot lack, your bro do

Woah (Woah)

These **** they stealing the drip (Drip)

I drop a lil' bag on my fit (Fit)

I get in my bag make a hit (Hit)

Woah (Woah)

You worried about me, you a bitch

All of that gossip, lame as shit

They must be saying how Tecca don't miss (Don't miss, no)

So nonsense, on offense

Girl you can't phase me

Going so fast, skrrting off the scene, feeling like liquor can't chase me

That's your shorty? Then why she call me baby?

Got the source, you can't find it at Macy's

I can play all positions bitch I feel like I'm KD

Got a Glock and it don't got a safety

Thoughts trapped

These **** ain't showing no love

Your hoe, she choosing

Ain't getting money, just know you a dub

Moving different when you think you winnin'

Are you kiddin'?

I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'

Is it me, or I'm trippin'?

I'm just steady on a mission

Gotta invest the profit, yeah

****, they being submissive

It be just me and my shooters

Up in a big body like the movers

Say that you cool, but I'm cooler

**** I be with my-

Shooters, no talkin'

You want it, then bargain

I got some racks all on my noggin

You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin

Said that I'm back, it's trouble

I cannot slack, you want to

I cannot nap, you want to

I cannot lack, your bro do

Woah (Woah)

These **** they stealing the drip (Drip)

I drop a lil bag on my fit (Fit)

I get in my bag make a hit (Hit)

Woah (Woah)

You worried about me, you a bitch

All of that gossip, lame as shit

They must be saying how Tecca don't miss (Don't miss, no)