Love My Shooters

[Hook x2]
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters

[Verse 1]
Hit his head with the cleaver
Drew Brees, throwing bullets, go long, play receiver
What you want with the reaper
Now you lay down, pray the Lord that he keep ya
Used to trap off the beeper
Backpack full of reefer, cracks in my sneakers
Mix the dope with the ether
Put your nose to the speakers, this for my geekers
Indicas and sativas, I blow that
Remove the wiper, you already snow that
Take my dick and put it right where her throat at
Last Thursday, now that pussy is a throwback
Point aim it, then I shoot it like a Kodak
Know I'm good any block they move the blow at
Catch me upstate, somewhere I gotta flow at
No packs, gave him six shots, told him hold that
Young Trayvon Martin with the Larkin
Looking for Zimmerman, drunk, ready to spark him
I'm heartless and my hood game is marvellous
Head shots leave him retarded, regardless
Look what you started, bullets will park him
Leave him laying there stiff like you starched him
Shots from the carbon, beg your pardon
Gotta feed the wolves, you know they starving

[Pre-Hook]
Oh Lord, ain't tryna sell rocks but a nigga tryna get a new drop
Pray for us, if a nigga run up two shots from the brand new Glock
I know, fake niggas tryna lie know they really wanna see a nigga die
I swear if a nigga try me or the mob then you know I'm gon' ride

[Hook x2]
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters

[Verse 2]
I love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
They love that action, they gon' spray them Ruger's
Shots scuba dive down to your Medulla
Extract his kidneys, stick 'em in the cooler
Worth a hunnit bands, ship em off to Cuba
She gave me brain, yeah the bitch a tutor
Then I fucked her friend cause the bitch was cuter
Just might give both hoes a scholarship
The way they gargle, might call it a swallowship
I give my niggas an order they gon' follow it
Spent the drug money and re-up'd on hollow tips
Dope supplier
Go straight to the top like coke on the pot on the fire
Trap messiah
Staying low from the Narcs that be wired, might sing like the choir
If he tell we in his mouth with the pliers
Cops pull up got the work in the tires
No shorts, the last niggas that tried us left his whole team on ice like they the flyers
Can't deny us, on the set I'ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias
Can't deny us, on the set I'ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias

[Pre-Hook]
Oh Lord, ain't tryna sell rocks but a nigga tryna get a new drop
Pray for us, if a nigga run up two shots from the brand new Glock
I know, fake niggas tryna lie know they really wanna see a nigga die
I swear if a nigga try me or the mob then you know I'm gon' ride

[Hook x2]
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters
Love my shooters, love my shooters
Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters