Testo SHOOTERS - Lil Tecca
Testo della canzone SHOOTERS (Lil Tecca), tratta dall'album Work Out Buddy Vol 3
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
(Keep that, Paryo, we love you, Tecca)
Shooters, ayy, no talkin', you want it? Ayy, then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin, you talkin' hot, aim at your noggin
Said that I'm back, ayy, it's trouble (yeah)
I cannot slack (yeah), ayy, if you want to (yeah)
I cannot nap, ayy, if you want to (whoa)
I cannot lack (whoa), ayy, your bro do (whoa)
Whoa (whoa), yeah, these -, they stealin' the drip (drip)
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit), I get in my bag, make a hit (hit), yeah
Whoa (whoa), uh, you worried 'bout me, you a - (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as s- (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, skrrtin' 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, -, I feel like I'm KD
Got a Glock and it don't got a safety
Thoughts, ayy trapped, yeah, these - ain't showin' no love
Your -, ayy, she choosin', ain't gettin' money, just know you a dub, ayy
Movin' different when you think you winnin', are you kiddin'?
I got bad -, 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), -, they bein' submissive (yeah)
It be just me and my shooters, up in the big body like the movers (skrrt)
Say that you cool, but I'm coolin' (coolin'), -, I be with my
Shooters, ayy, no talkin', you want it? Ayy, 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, ayy, it's trouble, I cannot slack, ayy, if you want to
I cannot nap, ayy, if you want to, I cannot lack, ayy, your bro do (bro do)
Whoa (whoa), ayy, these -, they stealin' the drip (drip), yeah
I drop a lil' bag on my fit (fit), ayy, I get in my bag, make a hit (hit), yeah
Whoa (let's go), uh, you worried 'bout me, you a - (yeah)
All of that gossip lame as s- (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)
(Talk, talk, talk)
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Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Tyler Justin Sharpe, Parker Douglas Young
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