Real Shooter - Boosie Badazz

Man, what the fuck this nigga want?

Shit 4:30 in the morning

Calling a nigga this fucking early, this nigga crazy

Phone rang, it’s my nigga G tryna get some victims

Boss man, what’s happening with ya, nigga?

Let me clear the business

Yo I got it but not this instance

Yo boss, them boys slippin

Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him

We ain’t talking if they come get us only statement

Where’s my lawyer?

You know Jason on the way, when the cold in

Not talking man what’s important

Anybody can shoot

Y’all go for all that shit

But now them boys be with Boosie

We stomp you out like a movie Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s

Fuck with us boy you stupid

We clutch and we all go use it

Fuck with us y’all go lose it

We won street wars, nigga

So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard

I sent an army of commandos and Rambos

Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars

Smash and go eat tilapia

Laugh at you over dinner

Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing when we in that rental

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

Lay by your house for you

Or set the bitch off for you

Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

I know a man myth

I know an old dawg

These niggas love me

They call me they big dawg

It don’t matter who you is nigga

We gon get the big dawg

Cut the head off the body fall like when Ivy died

Ride or die

Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back

Gon saw that he since he had a fucking problem

5 to the face, 6 to the body

You know you die Ruger Red still on my passenger side, nigga

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

Lay by your house for you

Or set the bitch off for you

Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back

I got the real shooter

That’s in jail for it

Ring a nigga bell for it

They’ll never say no

I got the real shooter

Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em)

You better run from it (you better run)

We got that bond money

I got the real shooter

(You better run from ‘em)

(You better run from ‘em)

We got that bond money

I got the real shooter

They like their homework (they do their homework)

They like their homework (they do their homework)

I got the real shooter

They like their homework (they do their homework)

They like their homework

I got the real shooter

We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launcher

On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster

We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launcher

On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster

Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang