Love My Shooters - Sha Hef

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

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

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

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

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

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

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