Cupid Shoots Arrows We Shoot Double Barrows

[Intro]
Regulation time nigga
Its Natalac Records here
We bout to do some regulating up in here
You dirty dudes, you done did some dirty shit
You bout to be up under some dirty nigga
Cause that’s what we about to do to your ass
Bitch ass nigga!

[Chorus]
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking

[Verse 1]
Million-dollar nigga pulling triggers in a drop
All that nonsense you kicking motherfucker need to stop
Don’t give a care about your [?], or the motherfucking cops
All I see is success heading to the fucking top
Lean in my cup, ready to fuck, gotta catch a nut
High as hell, can’t you tell, haters so don’t press your luck
Smoke something man, liquor in hand, don’t you understand
No worries on my mind man, that’s the master plan
I’m floating on cloud nine, my nigga I’m doing fine
The lost breed of Sutton nigga on the grind
I roll them dice man, with my right hand
Them sevens drop all the time, that’s my life man
You fucked my wife man, you sucked my pipe than
I told you niggas stop digging in my trash man
Cupid shoot arrows, I shoot double barrels
Westside nigga, hit you to your bone and marrow

[Chorus]
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking

[Verse 2]
I’m higher than a motherfucker, I’m on cloud nine
Riding through the woods, like damn I high
And I’m watching for them jakes, don’t want them looking in my eyes
Cause I’m as dirty than a motherfucker, money on my mind
P.O. on my ass if he don’t get that cash
So I call Natalac tell him drop them stacks
Who asking who the fuck I shot, but I don’t talk a lot
See I had to do that nigga, cause that nigga had shot
Now my girl hit the bricks, so she hit me on my hip
Then I get the pump and dip, now it’s about to be some shit
Don’t test my gangster, you don’t want to see me flip
You don’t want to see flip; you don’t want to see me flip

[Chorus]
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking

[Verse 3]
Cadillac riding, smoking nothing but fire
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Creep down your block and I’ma chop your ass down
The last Mr. Biggs I’ma take that shit to trial
Mini fourteen double barrel in your mouth
The same the Game hit forty Glock in the mouth
Get money homicides that’s what I’m all about
I told you once partner watch your fucking mouth
I’ll project pat your ass and blow your motherfucking back off
I’m so fucking gangster that I take my fucking mask off
I’m at the trap trying to get these fucking sacks off
Double barrel pump peel your fucking cap off

[Chorus]
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
Cupid shoots arrows, we shoot double barrels
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking
We riding and smoking, we riding and smoking