Shooters (feat. Colin Khors & Margiiela888)

[Intro: Karoshi Tarantino]
I got some niggas that
I got some niggas that
I got some niggas that
I got some niggas that
I got some niggas that
I got some
I got some
I got some niggas that jump out the

[Verse 1: Karoshi Tarantino]
I got some niggas that jump out the house
I fuck that bitch, put my dick in her mouth
We some high class niggas right out the south
Fuck on that bitch then I take off her blouse
I got some gas, I put it in the air
Fuck on that bitch and I'm pulling her hair
Say that he hate me, boy I do not care
Watching my drip, give a fuck what I wear
I write some bars then I'm hopping in the stu'
I drop some racks then I'm hopping in the coupe
I turn the mic on then hopping in the booth
Feel like Lil Yachty, I'm shooting out the roof
I fuck that bitch, man I think hеr name Connie
I fuck on her sistеr, I think her name Lonnie
I pull up on you with that mufuckin' shotty
I'm aiming that shit at your mufuckin body

[Verse 2: Colin Khors]
'Roshi got shooters that hop out the house
And they aiming at you and your mufuckin blouse
Press on the buttons, the roof it go down
And I take my shirt off when I jump in the crowd
I got some gas, I put that shit up in the air
They talk about me but I don't care
Take that bitch right out her underwear
See me in public, they stop and stare
You can get hit with that uzi
I got this drip like a tidal wave
Your girlfriend's trying to do me
Hit out the park like Atlanta Braves
Do not go trying to save her
That bitch said she was not getting saved
All of you fuckboys is nasty
Your ex said that you was having aids

[Bridge: Karoshi Tarantino]
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house
I got some shooters that jump out the house

[Verse 3: Margiiela888]
Yeah Yeah, if I don't talk to you first, don't speak
Hearing voices in my head, no sleep
I'ma open up my chakra, bitch I feel like steez
And she wanna fuck with me
I thought you was done with me
And bitch you know we dropping bombs like we Sosa
Give me a target and you know we finna blow sumn
Oh, Woah
Woah, Woah
Oh, Woah
Going to the top, yeah you know we finna blow
Oh, Woah
Woah, Woah
Oh, Woah
Going to the top, yeah you know we finna blow