Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Shooters

[Intro: Q Da
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, shooter
Yeah,
Yeah, hundred goon
Uh, bitch I'm on the spoon
I'm

1: Q Da Fool]
Fuck your shooter, his pistol on safety
I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and
been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy
I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' lately
In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me
I might smoke a nigga, I might give his daisies
in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me
He was fuckin' that dope, Medellin, we was wavy
Fuck a deal, the bricks and scales really paid me
Coulda been in Mercedes, fuck 12 tryna me
Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go
I dropped niggas broad day
I'ma 'em how the mob play
Get up close, personal, my face to face (Face to face)
You could pick a time, you could pick a place, beat the case (Fuck nigga)
plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything)
I know one thing, I ain't buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch)
was ridin' dicks, I was outside doin' better things
First time I my mother locked up, she said, You better swing
Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big
I run all in shit (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga)

[Chorus: Shy
I appreciate your moments 'cause I had nothin'
to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass
Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't to buy somethin'
I'm a shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter
We some rich shooters, baby, we rich shooters
3 got the and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some

[Verse 2: Shy
I was built to win, no I can't ever lose
Bitch, call me Jefe with a mothafuckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes)
They act like they don't fuck with me, they watch my every
Bitch, me and Q Da Fool, we ain't cool with you, too
You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where your weapon?
gun I ever shot it was a .38 special
It's GG to the world, bro, on another level (GG for life)
And long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit forever (30, 30)
I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt)
You can come and get an ball or get a whole plate
I need a damn extendo, F&N is on my waist
And I don't even send a memo, I just get ass erased
We the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail
My bitch, she Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels
Where I'm from they like to kill, that chopper by the wheel
I seen nigga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell

[Chorus: Shy
I appreciate your moments 'cause I had nothin'
to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money
I she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin'
Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy
I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a shooter
We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich
3 got the Macky and that came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn)
We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some