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AM (Deluxe LP edition) - Shooter Lyrics



AM (Deluxe LP edition) - Shooter Lyrics




It's A.M. on the track bitch

Hop out the party, we gonna hop in the range
I'm getting these racks but ain't nothing gonna change
They ain't even talk to me, now they all strange
We got all these stacks and we filling the safe

They trying to shoot, got shooters on sight
We pull up with choppas, we ready to fight
I'm aiming for heads, we taking some lives
They call me the butcher, we chopping with knives

.223's on me, extended the clip
She looking thick, she slide to the crib
Beamer, we flexing, and that's on my kids
I'm with the boys, got the guns let em rip

They want me dead, aim for the head
Shoot on that nigga, shirt turning red
She want my bed, leave her on read
Cut that bitch off, f*ck with her friend

They all be playing, I'm cashing out
You ain't no OG, you follow the route
She swallow my kids, then blow on my flute
You flexing, I'm swimming, yo bank in a drought

They thinking I'm stupid, I ain't do no fraud
We shooting y'all bitches like we playing COD
If you gonna talk shit, come here and get jawed
They call me the student cuz I be abroad

Bitch I be balling, I ain't take no breaks
You wanting my cash, but you acting fake
I got yo bitch on me, she feeding me grapes
I'll shoot up y'all niggas, don't care what it takes

She popping them Xanax, she popping them pills
I spent all my racks but I live in the hills
I got all these wounds, ain't count all them kills
We beating em bloody but just for the thrills

They leaving their mans to f*ck with me
I wanna see you with that energy
Bitch playing around with my memory
I might buy new homes up in Beverly

Shooters with me, we leaving the scene
Them pussy ass niggas just talk from a screen
You ain't really bout it, you pull up with three
Our choppas reloaded, they pull out his spleen

Aye, we playing attack bitch
Let that little hoe break her back
She busting it down, I'm holding her rack
I'm taking her home and she suck on my sack

They playing dumb
Make em all numb
She suck my dick cuz her boyfriend a bum

Her booty my drum
She wanting her sum
I pull out my dick and we f*ck till she cum

Ye, Aye
Ye, Aye
Ye, ye
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It's A.M. on the track bitch

Hop out the party, we gonna hop in the range
I'm getting these racks but ain't nothing gonna change
They ain't even talk to me, now they all strange
We got all these stacks and we filling the safe

They trying to shoot, got shooters on sight
We pull up with choppas, we ready to fight
I'm aiming for heads, we taking some lives
They call me the butcher, we chopping with knives

.223's on me, extended the clip
She looking thick, she slide to the crib
Beamer, we flexing, and that's on my kids
I'm with the boys, got the guns let em rip

They want me dead, aim for the head
Shoot on that nigga, shirt turning red
She want my bed, leave her on read
Cut that bitch off, f*ck with her friend

They all be playing, I'm cashing out
You ain't no OG, you follow the route
She swallow my kids, then blow on my flute
You flexing, I'm swimming, yo bank in a drought

They thinking I'm stupid, I ain't do no fraud
We shooting y'all bitches like we playing COD
If you gonna talk shit, come here and get jawed
They call me the student cuz I be abroad

Bitch I be balling, I ain't take no breaks
You wanting my cash, but you acting fake
I got yo bitch on me, she feeding me grapes
I'll shoot up y'all niggas, don't care what it takes

She popping them Xanax, she popping them pills
I spent all my racks but I live in the hills
I got all these wounds, ain't count all them kills
We beating em bloody but just for the thrills

They leaving their mans to f*ck with me
I wanna see you with that energy
Bitch playing around with my memory
I might buy new homes up in Beverly

Shooters with me, we leaving the scene
Them pussy ass niggas just talk from a screen
You ain't really bout it, you pull up with three
Our choppas reloaded, they pull out his spleen

Aye, we playing attack bitch
Let that little hoe break her back
She busting it down, I'm holding her rack
I'm taking her home and she suck on my sack

They playing dumb
Make em all numb
She suck my dick cuz her boyfriend a bum

Her booty my drum
She wanting her sum
I pull out my dick and we f*ck till she cum

Ye, Aye
Ye, Aye
Ye, ye
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Writer: A.M., Manny Gonzalez
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Performed By: AM (Deluxe LP edition)
Length: 2:06
Written by: A.M., Manny Gonzalez

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