Internet Shooters (feat. Mourad, Skudduh Smiley & Rija!)
YWB Philly
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Pull up on me, we sparking like match it Sad situation, I got me a ratchet Pull up on me, we ain't fighting we blasting Thunder and lightning, get hit with the static Got hit with a 9, 'cause I see him try to grab it What was you doing, you thought I was capping Pull up with a glock and a semi automatic You lived in your mom's house, basement and attic How are you a snitch, that can be problematic Kill you, make your body disappear like magic You already know, got me a bitch Ice on my neck, 'cause you know I am rich Make your squad disappear, yes I'm a witch Third inning you know, I gotta pitch I'm so fast, you'd think I'm a glitch Pop him in the pistol, leave him in the ditch 30 and 40, keep it in my hands My dick ain't hard, that's the glock in my pants Broke ass bitch, can't talk about bands You don't want beef, you got no mans Pull up with new shit, we dogs like Anubis I swear that I'm used to the talking They just be riding my wave on some surf shit But you know that I just stay locked in, huh I'm really that nigga, I'm pulling them triggas I'm catching these passes like Stockton Every time I pull up, slide through the doors Heads turn whenever I walk in huh huh They just be riding my wave, step up wrong you get fucked up Huh, huh, double knot right next to me, try not to get tied up Huh, huh, young nigga back in the duffle Yeah and your bitch wanna cuddle Gather the goons like a huddle I can never keep it subtle I keep it a milli and one I want a billi and some Shining like billions of suns Fathered the game, I got a billion sons Back in the game, someone shuffled my cards I didn't f*ck, I just poke her and won F*ck on that bitch in the back of the car Interstellar, you'll see me in the stars Bleed on tracks, but I don't feel pain Hopped out the wraith with a brand new chain Nobody safe, when known to go insane Your gold shit, leaving your neck stained, nigga I ain't with all that fake shit, I know you rappers been faking Your rap cap talkings on basic, you ain't really rich So really just save it, saw you at the corner store Working that day shift, all your shit fake Talking bout the bands that you make But it's your dad's money pulled out the safe And know it ain't safe, thought I'd pull up real quick But you the type to go talk to the jakes And ain't that cake, silver spoon fed every day But me I had to make my own way, so get outta my face Cause boy your breath stank, I don't care what you say I got no time to waste, aye You gotta be kidding me, try to belittle me There is no ending me, you're not a friend to me Boy you're an enemy, see through the energy Your cap is infinity, put that on everything Boy don't make me get viscous You acting to big for your britches Everything you been talking is fiction And you might learn a thing if you listen Internet shooters, gone stay 'hind computers Ain't praying for peace, wasn't raised to be Buddhist Can't be caught lacking, like how could you do this I'm feeling like Jesus, and you look like Judas Woah, step out from behind your screen Cause I'm waiting for you, with the whole team Now you have nightmares, and PTSD Of me in a mask, and it ain't Halloween Pull up with Mourad, he carry a stick Don't beef with woman, so suck on my dick Stayed cooking up, feel like Morty and Rick Got some new homies, with much bigger blicks This ain't organic, walk in you panic Internet shooters, lil bro, I can't stand it Rest in peace Juice, man I feel like a bandit You robbed my homie without understanding That now you move with a bullseye on your head Call me Cupid, breaking news, now you dead An eye for an eye, I leave females on read A shot for a shot, lil bro just took your head Internet shooters, I might call you Judas TVs don't look back at you, so I'm like "who this" I'm on your wall, I'mma stand tall On my family's shoulders, cannot Tacko Fall Balling on bums like I go by LaMelo Shoutout to Zo, Lavar, Tina and Gelo Bros turn to hoes, switching sides like Othello Pull up in Portland, my name is Carmelo Ooo, I'm feeling pretty damn flee What, I got Moncler in the Jeep Might smash your girl, yeah I might do her teeth If she got a gag reflex, you got a small p Shut up, I ain't tryna talk, shordy a major cock block Aye, what, automatics, 30 glocks Got me a 7, it's hard as a rock, hoe Ain't even playing, nah, boy I'm for real I bring guns to fights, so don't pull up with steel It's all fun and games, 'til I slam you Shaquille I grew up Bipolar, can't get in my feels
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Written by: Mourad Fahim, Rija Ratsimihah, Skudduh Smiley, YWB Philly
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