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Lil Tecca - SHOOTERS Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)

Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, it's trouble (yeah)
I cannot slack (yeah), if you want to (yeah)
I cannot nap, if you want to (whoa)
I cannot lack (whoa), your bro do (whoa)

Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (whoa), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)

So nonsense (so nonsense), on offense, no, you can't phase me
Goin' so fast, skrtin' off the scene, feelin' like a nigga can't chase me
That's your shawty? Then why she call me baby?
Got the sauce, you can't find it at Macy's
I could play all positions, bitch, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts trapped, these niggas ain't showin' no love
Your ho, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kidding?
I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'

Is it me or I'm trippin'? (Yeah), I'm just steady on a mission (yeah)
Gotta invest the profit, yeah (yeah), niggas, they bein' submissive (yeah)
It just be and my shooters, up in the big body like the movers (skrrt)
Say that you cool, but I'm coolin' (coolin')
Nigga, I be with my

Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin (oh, yeah)
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin (yeah, ah)
Said that I'm back, it's trouble
I cannot slack, if you want to
I cannot nap, if you want to
I cannot lack, your bro do (bro do)

Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (let's go), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)

Whoa
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)

Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, it's trouble (yeah)
I cannot slack (yeah), if you want to (yeah)
I cannot nap, if you want to (whoa)
I cannot lack (whoa), your bro do (whoa)

Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (whoa), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)

So nonsense (so nonsense), on offense, no, you can't phase me
Goin' so fast, skrtin' off the scene, feelin' like a nigga can't chase me
That's your shawty? Then why she call me baby?
Got the sauce, you can't find it at Macy's
I could play all positions, bitch, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts trapped, these niggas ain't showin' no love
Your ho, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kidding?
I got bad thots and they say they love just how I'm livin'

Is it me or I'm trippin'? (Yeah), I'm just steady on a mission (yeah)
Gotta invest the profit, yeah (yeah), niggas, they bein' submissive (yeah)
It just be and my shooters, up in the big body like the movers (skrrt)
Say that you cool, but I'm coolin' (coolin')
Nigga, I be with my

Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin (oh, yeah)
You talkin' hot, aim at your noggin (yeah, ah)
Said that I'm back, it's trouble
I cannot slack, if you want to
I cannot nap, if you want to
I cannot lack, your bro do (bro do)

Whoa (whoa), these niggas, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit)
I get in my bag, make a hit (hit)
Whoa (let's go), you worried 'bout me, you a bitch (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as shit (shit now)
They must be sayin' how Tecca don't miss (don't miss now)

Whoa
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
(Talk, talk, talk)
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Writer: Tyler Justin Sharpe, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Parker Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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