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Shootrr - Saturday Lyrics



Shootrr - Saturday Lyrics
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Beating the odds
Niggaa fake and they frauds
These niggas be cappin by will
Ima lieutenant
Me and my glock independent
Nigga I stayed in the field
Shootrr
Roll in a wrath
Nigga I'm dropping the top
I double park with my chains
Trap out the houses
See that the money is piling
Lost couple niggas in vein
I stick and I move
That's why I roll with that tool
I gotta move with that iron
I change my attire
Niggas think that they get flyer
F*ck on ya bitch ima buy her
Cooking that boy on the stove
Look at the diamonds it froze
Niggas get shoot in they nose
Niggas know I can't fold
My niggas gon roll with a 40
But we just call it a beer
Nigga we really high fashioned
Staying on top of your tier
Blue hunnids they rapped like a
Mummy, What is the word
Bitches they really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
Bitches really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
The shit I observe
These niggas they really be cappin
The grabba gon mess up it they nerves
That bag is secured
These niggas ain't fronting on nothing
My niggas put holes in ya shirt
I'm saying it first
Watch how I take on your spirit Corrupting ya mind during birth
They ain't feeling my pain
I know you not feeling my pain
Only the real can relate
Ain't feeling my pain
Know you ain't feeling my pain
Only the real can relate
Only relate only real
Bitches they ringing my phone
Bitches won't leave me alone
Bitches f*cking for clout
Putting this nut in her mouth
Baddie she came from the south
We f*cking she talking in nouns
I really don't know how that sounds
Beating the odds
Niggaa fake and they frauds
These niggas be cappin by will
Ima lieutenant
Me and my glock independent
Nigga I stayed in the field
Shootrr, Gone
Roll in a wrath
Nigga I'm dropping the top
I double park with my chains
Trap out the houses
See that the money is piling
Lost couple niggas in vein
I stick and I move
That's why i roll with that tool
I gotta move with that iron
I change my attire
Niggas think that they flyer
F*ck on ya bitch ima buy her
Cooking that boy on the stove
Look at the diamonds it froze
Niggas get shoot in they nose
Niggas know I can't fold
My niggas gon roll with a 40
But we just call it a beer
Nigga we really high fashioned
We on top of tier
Blue hunnids they rapped like a mummy, what is the word
Bitches they really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
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Beating the odds
Niggaa fake and they frauds
These niggas be cappin by will
Ima lieutenant
Me and my glock independent
Nigga I stayed in the field
Shootrr
Roll in a wrath
Nigga I'm dropping the top
I double park with my chains
Trap out the houses
See that the money is piling
Lost couple niggas in vein
I stick and I move
That's why I roll with that tool
I gotta move with that iron
I change my attire
Niggas think that they get flyer
F*ck on ya bitch ima buy her
Cooking that boy on the stove
Look at the diamonds it froze
Niggas get shoot in they nose
Niggas know I can't fold
My niggas gon roll with a 40
But we just call it a beer
Nigga we really high fashioned
Staying on top of your tier
Blue hunnids they rapped like a
Mummy, What is the word
Bitches they really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
Bitches really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
The shit I observe
These niggas they really be cappin
The grabba gon mess up it they nerves
That bag is secured
These niggas ain't fronting on nothing
My niggas put holes in ya shirt
I'm saying it first
Watch how I take on your spirit Corrupting ya mind during birth
They ain't feeling my pain
I know you not feeling my pain
Only the real can relate
Ain't feeling my pain
Know you ain't feeling my pain
Only the real can relate
Only relate only real
Bitches they ringing my phone
Bitches won't leave me alone
Bitches f*cking for clout
Putting this nut in her mouth
Baddie she came from the south
We f*cking she talking in nouns
I really don't know how that sounds
Beating the odds
Niggaa fake and they frauds
These niggas be cappin by will
Ima lieutenant
Me and my glock independent
Nigga I stayed in the field
Shootrr, Gone
Roll in a wrath
Nigga I'm dropping the top
I double park with my chains
Trap out the houses
See that the money is piling
Lost couple niggas in vein
I stick and I move
That's why i roll with that tool
I gotta move with that iron
I change my attire
Niggas think that they flyer
F*ck on ya bitch ima buy her
Cooking that boy on the stove
Look at the diamonds it froze
Niggas get shoot in they nose
Niggas know I can't fold
My niggas gon roll with a 40
But we just call it a beer
Nigga we really high fashioned
We on top of tier
Blue hunnids they rapped like a mummy, what is the word
Bitches they really be bugging
These bitches really be birds
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Writer: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas
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Performed By: Shootrr
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: W.M. Christmas, Wesley Christmas

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