[Intro] Shooter savage, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah [Chorus] Rapping like a rap god Wallet is a fat fuck Yeah Yeah, yeah One whole band I spend on necklace Like Rico I'm reckless Yeah Yeah, yeah I stay giving jobs I'm a boss Rick Ross I'm a boss Hugo I'm a boss Yeah, I swear I'm a boss Yeah, she want hug a boss Yeah, she want fuck a boss Yeah, I nut in her mouth, yeah, she swallow me up Yeah Mc Hammer I can't get touched Alerted I can't get rushed I paint her face with no brush I make it sing like August Woah woah I make it sing like August Woah woah I make it sing like August [Verse 1] Shoot up tha block, Man it don't stop, stuffed with tha rocks, Mother fuck the cops, stack up the quap We are them boys in the motherfucking hood No pup I'm a big dog That Goyard bag that's kriss kross I'm a monster, but got good looks 100 pound draws just to hold my bollocks She swallow my kiddies, fuck it like I want kiddies "RAW" The number one bad bitch, Try to knock me off my business I pay for new titties, i pay for new ass cheeks I fuck in the car seat, she a playboy like Carti [Chorus] Rapping like a rap god Wallet is a fat fuck Yeah Yeah, yeah One whole band I spend on necklace Like Rico I'm reckless Yeah Yeah, yeah I stay giving jobs I'm a boss Rick Ross I'm a boss Hugo I'm a boss Yeah, I swear I'm a boss Yeah, she want hug a boss Yeah, she want fuck a boss Yeah, I nut in her mouth, yeah, she swallow me up Yeah Mc Hammer I can't get touched Alerted I can't get rushed I paint her face with no brush I make it sing like August Woah woah I make it sing like August Woah woah I make it sing like August [Verse 2] Ill fuck that bitch and then i'll fuck it again aye Next time I'ma bust in her friend aye She fuck so good, I'ma buy her some Fendi aye She fuck so good, I'ma buy her friend some Fendi aye Shoot out gun shot drops sound like pennies Just like a porn star Ida earned with my penis Wanna fuck fuck ya bitch in pajamas I watch that ass while she's doing her yoga Bad bitch slurp me up like some soda Remember, everything that i just told ya If he betrayed me, I let go on my homie DA DA DA shoot him up now that boy just a memory Woah! Yeah True shooter
Written by: Shooter
Submitted by: iamshooter on January 31, 2021
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