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Shooter Blocc
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On Tour
East Coast Rap
Shooter Blocc was released on October 15, 2025 by FTD as a part of the album Karma 4
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AlbumKarma 4
Release DateOctober 15, 2025
LabelFTD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Programming, Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Still doin' the things we like to do, uh
Nobody stopped it, nobody slowed it up
You know, shit don't bother me
Unc taught me right
[Verse 1]
Ask about me, most don't know me, OG told me, "Plain ya Rollie"
All them diamonds bring indictments
Fiends talk about what you sold them, for the right price
**** die for beef and brocc and some fried rice
Harry Fraud, we rollin' on everything, this bike life
**** think they Mike Tys until they see that white light
Poltergeist, wicked, Peter Vincent, it be fright night
The toolie pop, wash and set that ****, get his doobie rocked
Me and Stuupy high, Air Max on with the Gucci socks
Yonkers shorty show me love just because I knew the LOX
**** comin' home from thirty years like, "Yo, I knew your pops"
Goofy stop! Twenty-thou on Mother's Day, I Louis shop
Baby mom and mama straight, I grew a lot
This shooter block, we always rep
Steppin' over ****, in the hallway steps
Shouts to Gutta, he was always fresh, it ain't no talkin' left
Shoutout Ghost, Meth and Chef, I put on the clan
Eatin' clams, seen a smoker smoke a piece out of a can, oh my damn
[Chorus]
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would push these whips?
Did you ever think that you would be the don?
VVS's on your children and your mom?
[Chorus]
Did you ever think? If I ain't pour it, I don't drink it
Shots hit him, left him blinkin', Pastor talkin', Mama grievin'
I don't care what **** think, long as I pray, then God believe it
Never been materialistic, if we crash that car, just leave it
[Chorus]
Every day I wake up thankful, light a spliff, I'm glad I'm breathin'
I ain't reach every achievement, I can name various reasons
Who you know is nicer? Bunch of signatures on they cleavage
Oh. Kendrick and Drake the reason the internet got y'all tweakin'
Beef to me was Ether or Pac bleedin' out the speakers
I mean, this good for all the **** watchin', popcorn in the bleachers
Before I lace my sneakers, I kiss my daughters, I hate to leave them
Focused on the pie, I'm makin' pizza, East your favorite feature
When I was broke, nobody would ask me for no paper
Shit, when I was broke, they always let me know that was a favor
Shit, now I'm a ghost, floating in some foreign shit from Germany
This rap shit is not concerning me, they not deserving me
White tees, I see them burgundy, it's hard to curve the streets
Youngings will kill for some Percs or weed, some work for free
Only fraud I knew was checks before I got with Harry
Now I'm payton shit like Gary, eighths I had to carry
[Chorus]
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would push these whips?
Did you ever think that you would be the don?
VVS's on your children and your mom?
[Chorus]
Did you ever think? If I ain't pour it, I don't drink it
Shots hit him, left him blinkin', Pastor talkin', Mama grievin'
I don't care what **** think, long as I pray, then God believe it
Never been materialistic, if we crash that car, just leave it
[Outro]
Just leave it, just leave it
Both my daughters got that shit goin', ****
To my mama, you hear me?
They had to shine before I really got to shine
Now we all look good
Fraud, Pablo, Harlem
It must be from you
Written by: David Brewster, Rory William Quigley
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