Real Shooter Lyrics

Man, what the f*ck this nigga want?
Shit 4:30 in the morning
Calling a nigga this f*cking early, this nigga crazy

Phone rang, it's my nigga G tryna get some vick
Boss man, what's happening with ya, nigga?
Let me clear the business
Yo I got it but not this instance
Yo boss, them boys slipped it
Before y'all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We ain't talking if they come get us on the statement
Where's my lawyer?
You know Jason on the way, when the cold in [?]
Not talking man what's important
Anybody can shoot
Y'all go for all that shit
But now them boys be with Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's
f*ck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
f*ck with us y'all go lose it
We won street wars, nigga
So ain't no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars
Smash and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over dinner
Focus in eyes open there's not laughing when we in that rental

I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter

I know a man myth
I know an old dawg
These niggas love me
They call me they big dawg
It don't matter who you is nigga We gon get the big dawg
Cut the head off the body fall like when [?] dive
Ride or die
Wait on that nigga since he on his f*cking back
Gon saw that he [?] since he had a f*cking problem
5 to the face, 6 to the body
You know you die [?] Red still on my passenger side, nigga

I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back
I got the real shooter
That's in jail for it
Ring a nigga bell for it
They'll never say no
I got the real shooter

Shoot 'em up, bang bang (you better run from em)
You better run from it (you better run)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
(You better run from 'em)
(You better run from 'em)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They like their homework (they do their homework)
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They like their homework
I got the real shooter
We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launch
On my lap there's my strap, my pocket monster
We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launch
On my lap there's my strap, my pocket monster
[?] round some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
[?] round some sick niggas with some sick waves
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

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