Shooter Lyrics - Trap God - Gucci Mane

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house 

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out 

Walk up from my spot, see I don't have a seat 

I just been there, 5 shoot outs last week 

He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen 

Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling bizness 

Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol 

Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga 

Hood rich! 

Break up to your sister, I'm a sunder in the runner 

I don't give a damn about it, but I make niggas with the tunner 

I got money in the jungle, tryina pop a kish kush 

Me and Scooter ain't twins but we got twin choppers 

I Waka Flocka Flame a nigga hit em with the yapa 

I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper 

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What the fuck going on nigga? 

Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in? 

I don't know 

Fuck at the spot nigga 

Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick 

Same day call my phone for 30 seats 

I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick 

Fuck the police that's why I rep about them bricks 

I ain't did it nigga, but these bricks get remix 

When the choppa start spitting, nigga gonn get split 

Nigga rob me in the car, while it was 1996 

Ever since the day, them niggas trying me since 

Bow down bruh 

Tell my nigga Raj here in '96 

No, you get out boy 

You did 

You still gotta pay... 

Nigga owed me a brick, that was 3 years ago 

Seen him in the club, niggas shot him in the throat 

Black amigo Scooter still rob me gold 

And I still got a lot of shooters on the pay roll 

I don't Scooter 

I got shooters 

You got a shooter? 

Aye man what? 

Get it down by that fresh man, you're sitting by the counter? 

I need 'em bruh 

Yea, let 'em in 

Aye, open the door nigga 

I need 50 of them pretty mills, this nigga at the store 

He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go? 

I hope it is, cause if it is, my shooters, they on go 

Shooter on the Scooter, brain them both 

He runnin right right now, she just came from way up the road 

10 millimeter with 30 shots, make your fuckin head explode 

I got a traphouse mansion with some hard wood floors 

Can't come in, I got burglar bar doors 

Trap going crazy, but I got it under control 

I just bust them open, fix em up and move them out the door 

Hoodest nigga in this building, man get Scooter on the phone 

I'm like a NBA coach, cause I keep shooters at my home 

All I know I never seen his face in my life 

Street smart so I know this nigga ain't right 

Pull up at my spot, country car hit your lights 

Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight 

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house 

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out 

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house 

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house 

If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out