"Shooter In The Eyes" lyrics
Find me livin' in a film, call the boy Denzel
Tell a bitch, suck a dick, cuh you know sex sells
When I get paid see my Ps excel
You're a small boy, me a XL
'04 riding basic in Felts, you ride a pencil case and some Felts
You can lie to yourself if it helps
Make your little change, buy a little belt, buy a new jacket and your hat matches
Now next man wanna know where your stack is
My bitch bad, your bitch ratchet
Your bitch fugly, I'll be on my Bugzy Malone up in country
4 white 1 b, now they wanna son me, now they wanna love me
Used to call faces, I don't know my own self
I got 10 faces, drinking till I'm wasted
Don't know what to say when Auntie asks me how my day's been
Training Day, Training
Having no money never changed him
Getting slow money on the same strip
I be in the trap dawg, literally
Now I'm tryna rap dog, Twitter me
Might go Brum still
Killers said they're feeling me, smoking on Vanilla trees
Blow it to the sky, make dua for me, look my shooter in his eyes
Me I want a BRIT Awards, suits and ties
But it's like my neck up in this noose too tight
Got a new bit, I'll let him run 2 lines
You just live yours, lemme live mine
Cause Imma do me, Imma do fine
I said Imma do me, Imma do fine
Tell a bitch, suck a dick, cuh you know sex sells
When I get paid see my Ps excel
You're a small boy, me a XL
'04 riding basic in Felts, you ride a pencil case and some Felts
You can lie to yourself if it helps
Make your little change, buy a little belt, buy a new jacket and your hat matches
Now next man wanna know where your stack is
My bitch bad, your bitch ratchet
Your bitch fugly, I'll be on my Bugzy Malone up in country
4 white 1 b, now they wanna son me, now they wanna love me
Used to call faces, I don't know my own self
I got 10 faces, drinking till I'm wasted
Don't know what to say when Auntie asks me how my day's been
Training Day, Training
Having no money never changed him
Getting slow money on the same strip
I be in the trap dawg, literally
Now I'm tryna rap dog, Twitter me
Might go Brum still
Killers said they're feeling me, smoking on Vanilla trees
Blow it to the sky, make dua for me, look my shooter in his eyes
Me I want a BRIT Awards, suits and ties
But it's like my neck up in this noose too tight
Got a new bit, I'll let him run 2 lines
You just live yours, lemme live mine
Cause Imma do me, Imma do fine
I said Imma do me, Imma do fine
