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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raí Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond J Smith Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Huh, I got the streets in tune
Desi on me, shoot a rocket
That bitch knock like the speakers do
Better move
Who hot? You not
Move wock, get flocked
Call up my dogs, they gon' slide with a mop
Homie, don't make me crash the party
They gon' fuck up the afterparty
See your chick and I bagged your shawty
That D'USSÉ got her acting naughty
Had to tell the ho back up off me
'Member we used to trap apartments
I can't fuck with no Master Splinter
All you **** is rats, informants
Shawty bad and she pack a .40
Body nice and her ass is gorgeous
No, you can't get a nut for free
She gon' fuck if the bag enormous
Pockets on swole and shit
Do a drop and unload the bitch
****, you better use your head
Before I put a hole in it
[Chorus]
Shooters (Huh)
Suupa, I keep a stick
Foreign ain't got no keys in it
Water on me, you see the drip
Know you heard how I pleased the bitch
Had her down on her knees and shit
Pull her hair while I break her back
Spin her 'round, let her eat the dick
Shooters (Huh)
Hold up, no love, fuck 'em
Them ways, play games, we gon' rush 'em
I brought killers to your function
Green lights, hitters on sight, brush 'em
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all nigaas know what the fuck going on
It's Big Suup', coming straight out the North Side, you **** already know the vibes
**** mad because they can't and won't stop us
Even when I die, I'ma live forever, **** (Look, grr)
[Verse 2]
This ain't no acting, only action
Keep a gun on my hip like it's fashion
Bro keep a ratchet in the backseat
For them, she gon' act up like a bad bitch
Ain't no relaxing, we gon smash him
Put some wings on you, no pterodactyl
Swear this shit, it get lit up like matches
What your energy like? I'ma match it
Please don't act silly, ****, I'll kill a ****
See I'm lit, now they want to be homies
But I don't be feeling ****, not at all
Come get your broad before I drill her, ****
Look, sliding
You ain't outside, but you hiding
Swing the chop' out whip while I'm driving
All for the money and violence
[Chorus]
Shooters (Huh)
Suupa, I keep a stick
Foreign ain't got no keys in it
Water on me, you see the drip
Know you heard how I pleased the bitch
Had her down on her knees and shit
Pull her hair while I break her back
Spin her 'round, let her eat the dick
Shooters (Huh)
Hold up, no love, fuck 'em
Them ways, play games, we gon' rush 'em
I brought killers to your function
Green lights, hitters on sight, brush 'em
Written by: Raymond J Smith Jr