D Scott - Shooters (feat. NoVa) Lyrics

(D Scott)

D s co double t
I'm the hottest nigga out
And you heard that

Bitches flocking to the king
They catching spirit flights
Just for text backs

Blue hundreds on my wrist watch
And the bezzle face on a ice block
And ya baby mama on my cock
Blow her back out
Now she can't walk

Niggas feel like they in competition
I'm a master surgeon
Leave a lethal fission
Made a bank deposit on a money mission
Scalp ya head top like a beautician
Ask ya bitches
Know they heard about me
Gotta audition
Just for words up out me
Dreams in fruition
Taking verbs up out me
Game in submission
Y'all my carbon copies

All of the words I be saying
Is like painting pictures of me penetrating uh

We countin money for ages
Not signed to a label
I'm still a free agent
Uh

I'm like the bron of the shit
You put me on squads
And they all obeying uh

Nigga I'm so presidential
That teanna trump
Walk around my crib naked
Uh

Hold hold up real quick
It's the young don
With the kill switch
And I got shooters on stand by
I don't tote guns
But it still click

Big dawg
Y'all lil pups
And I bark at niggas
This unleashed shit
And I put these niggas in a body bag
Toe tag
Put em in the morgue bitch

Louis Gucci got gabanna and dolce
I'm been drippin
Like ya baby from foreplay

I see haters through these Cartier lenses
Me and nova switching swerving in benzes

Beat knocking
It's gon slap niggas senseless
Money countin
Bro this life is so splendid

Charged up
We hot like a piston
Nob we the gang if you missed it