Shooters (feat. NoVa)

(D Scott) D s co double t I'm the hottest nigga out And you heard that Bitches flocking to the king They catching spirit flights Just for text backs Blue hundreds on my wrist watch And the bezzle face on a ice block And ya baby mama on my cock Blow her back out Now she can't walk Niggas feel like they in competition I'm a master surgeon Leave a lethal fission Made a bank deposit on a money mission Scalp ya head top like a beautician Ask ya bitches Know they heard about me Gotta audition Just for words up out me Dreams in fruition Taking verbs up out me Game in submission Y'all my carbon copies All of the words I be saying Is like painting pictures of me penetrating uh We countin money for ages Not signed to a label I'm still a free agent Uh I'm like the bron of the shit You put me on squads And they all obeying uh Nigga I'm so presidential That teanna trump Walk around my crib naked Uh Hold hold up real quick It's the young don With the kill switch And I got shooters on stand by I don't tote guns But it still click Big dawg Y'all lil pups And I bark at niggas This unleashed shit And I put these niggas in a body bag Toe tag Put em in the morgue bitch Louis Gucci got gabanna and dolce I'm been drippin Like ya baby from foreplay I see haters through these Cartier lenses Me and nova switching swerving in benzes Beat knocking It's gon slap niggas senseless Money countin Bro this life is so splendid Charged up We hot like a piston Nob we the gang if you missed it