S.H.O.O.T.E.R - Papoose, Casanova

I’m a shooter

Look down on my side, I got the Ruger

Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours

None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us

Do somethin' to us?

You’re talk go through us

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

I told you I’m a shooter

Three felonies is what they gave me (uhuh)

Predicate felon is what they named me (that's my rep)

They threw shots, them shits grazed me (uhuh)

I threw shots, it got crazy

Arm leg up, leg up, arm, head

I ain’t got no opps no more, they all dead

Brother you’re sick of shit, your boy fever

My life thrill, I belong in a dark driva (put me on it)

I can make you a believer (what)

Where’s love when you need it (fuck love)

You ever gave a dollar to a preacher?

Just to find out he’ll leave you

Hold up, I need a breather

I won’t believe me either

Hold up, I need a breather

I won’t believe me either

I’m a shooter

Look down on my side, I got the Ruger

Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours

None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us

Do somethin' to us?

You’re talk go though us

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

I told you I’m a shooter

Me and constituents notice how much a bitch you is

We don’t care how rich you is, lit you is 'cause its frivolous to judge you by

residues

Just, makes it all ridiculous

We’re just tryna size up a casket that we could fit you in

Everybody got their own issues, no one is issue-less

But I’m a straight shooter, my missiles’ll fish you, dish you, bitch

Bussing shots at me and missing, that cancelled Christmas, prick

Burn you like a mistress with syphilis who promiscuous

And ball premises with envisions of dog images

New beginning, Papoose is penning the ball genesis

Smart lyricist from a country that roasts innocents

Daily depart ignorance, nigga, we arch nemesis

Ask if I got something to give you and I’ma give you this

Fully loaded clip in this pistol, you on the menu, bitch

Wanna hold somethin', you owe me 'cause I’ma lend you this

Pistol whip, continue to end you 'cause it’s continous

I’m a shooter

Look down on my side, I got the Ruger

Haters keep running they mouth, they spread rumours

None of these lame niggas can’t do nothing to us

Do somethin' to us?

You’re talk go though us

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

Sent the haters on over to the E. R

I told you I’m a shooter