Look, look
Look, fresh up outta rubbers, had to hit her with a sandwich bag
Bitch stop tryna cover up your fupa with a fanny pack
You ain't even thank me for that 40, where your manners at?
Hate that I'm this way, bitch I'm a product of my habitat
Sick that I be gettin off, I'm Shooter, that's what shooters do
Came up on a script, they might be fake, but they gon' do the do
Copped a brand new Uzi, named her Holly, that bitch beautiful
If you ain't got no aim then come enroll into my shooter school

Fuck her like she got her taxes back and claimed a couple kids
Might just just eat her booty if its clean, I can't do (?)
Really 'bout that action, swear to God, I do be shootin' shit
You too can be victimary, try me, on some stupid shit
Gang member, I throw my shit up like I drank too much
Bitch, I ain't your therapist, quit talkin' I just came to fuck
Whinin' cause I shot her, ain't my fault you said you like it rough
Hit her with the Melvin, picked her up, then dig all in her guts

Shooter, Shooter, Shooter
Say my name, just like Candyman
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, I ain't grow up in no Candyland
Ain't no chutes and ladders, just cadavers, don't become a vic
N***as playin' crazy till I fuck around and up this bitch
Bussin shit, bussin shit
Swear it ain't no duck n miss
Bitch, this ain't no musket, this that automatic Russian shit
Catch you with your fatass baby momma and that bucket bitch
(?) and scratch that shit up off my bucket list, I'm gone (ay)

I don't need a shooter, I do this shit on my own (ay)
If there's beef I ain't gon sleep until it's gone (ay)
One more peep then I'm gone creep right at your home (ay)
It's on (ay)
It's on (ay)
I don't need a shooter, I do this shit on my own (ay)
If there's beef I ain't gon sleep until it's gone (ay)
One more peep then I'm gone creep right at your home (ay)
It's on (ay)
It's on (ay)

Fuck I look like with a shooter, cuh?
Fuck I need a shooter for, cuh?
I got this, n***a
(Shooter, Shooter, Shooter)