"Everybody Shooters Too" lyrics
42 Dugg & EST Gee Lyrics
[EST Gee:]
Everybody shooters too
We can't be into it if I ain't shoot at you
(Enrgy made this one)
I'm who all the gangsta young thug niggas look up to
I'm who all the opps and robbers plot on tryin' do it to
I'm who all the project and the model hoes wanna do it to
She put it on her head and twist her hands like the screw was loose
You talk like you bulletproof, we all really know the truth
They know we the reason for them candlelight visuals
Niggas can't be serious, they funny
He think he the big dog on his block 'cause he got money
Last one got out of line, went against the guys, got punished
Meanwhile, I'm thuggin', pulling pounds out of luggage
Sold it in Kentucky, but I purchased it a number
Sevens for one-twenty, for a QP, nineteen hunnid'
You found out you can hustle, you a killer all a sudden
Sometimes I wish I could've left with Red, God made me suffer
But pressure made me tougher, when it's smoke, I don't be duckin'
You see me out in public with it out, I never tuck it
They say it's all or nothing
[42 Dugg:]
So I'm going for it, fuck it
Million-dollar budget, that's in all fives
Niggas still rentin' in the city, I bought all mines
I ain't been the same since my dawg died
Runoff, you get hogtied, silly
He ratted I don't feel him, on my momma, I should kill him
Young freak bitch still'll stuff it all for me
I was just in the county, could you make a call for me?
Nah, we don't fuck with Percs, young nigga off puppy
My bad if I give sixty to my youngin', mom, and dad
I ain't used to people passin', I'm used to homicides
I ain't wanna buy the Aston, I got the Urus
Probably the only young rich nigga without veneers
'Fore I forget to mention, bitch, I got a M in jewelry, literally
Instagram killin' me, that savage shit still in me
I passed, nah, doggy this for Tank, nigga, I ride
This for hoes said I can't, look at me now
Real niggas holed up, wait 'til we drop
City in they feelings, main man from the country
Remember I ain't have a dollar, I just had a bump
Now I'm getting money, I can laugh and shit
Paid for it all cash, I'll crash this bitch
Everybody shooters too
We can't be into it if I ain't shoot at you
(Enrgy made this one)
I'm who all the gangsta young thug niggas look up to
I'm who all the opps and robbers plot on tryin' do it to
I'm who all the project and the model hoes wanna do it to
She put it on her head and twist her hands like the screw was loose
You talk like you bulletproof, we all really know the truth
They know we the reason for them candlelight visuals
Niggas can't be serious, they funny
He think he the big dog on his block 'cause he got money
Last one got out of line, went against the guys, got punished
Meanwhile, I'm thuggin', pulling pounds out of luggage
Sold it in Kentucky, but I purchased it a number
Sevens for one-twenty, for a QP, nineteen hunnid'
You found out you can hustle, you a killer all a sudden
Sometimes I wish I could've left with Red, God made me suffer
But pressure made me tougher, when it's smoke, I don't be duckin'
You see me out in public with it out, I never tuck it
They say it's all or nothing
[42 Dugg:]
So I'm going for it, fuck it
Million-dollar budget, that's in all fives
Niggas still rentin' in the city, I bought all mines
I ain't been the same since my dawg died
Runoff, you get hogtied, silly
He ratted I don't feel him, on my momma, I should kill him
Young freak bitch still'll stuff it all for me
I was just in the county, could you make a call for me?
Nah, we don't fuck with Percs, young nigga off puppy
My bad if I give sixty to my youngin', mom, and dad
I ain't used to people passin', I'm used to homicides
I ain't wanna buy the Aston, I got the Urus
Probably the only young rich nigga without veneers
'Fore I forget to mention, bitch, I got a M in jewelry, literally
Instagram killin' me, that savage shit still in me
I passed, nah, doggy this for Tank, nigga, I ride
This for hoes said I can't, look at me now
Real niggas holed up, wait 'til we drop
City in they feelings, main man from the country
Remember I ain't have a dollar, I just had a bump
Now I'm getting money, I can laugh and shit
Paid for it all cash, I'll crash this bitch
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Marion Lafayette Brown Jr.
