shooters touch

It's either that I say too much Or not enough Like really what's the point of this? I'm sick of love Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch This song ain't bout a girl It's bout a gun And when I say I'm sick of it I'm throwing up Cuz no one really listening, not to us No one really listening, not to us This song ain't about a girl, I think I lied Cuz every time I close my eyes you unalive If I had a dozen girls, you'd be the dime That mean you ain't top 10, or top 5 Red wine on that island A mega pint ima pirate Most people ain't got depth Me I'm most def the hottest Shoot my shot Rock my glove like Rawlings Sike I lied, like Jidion I'm balling I got shooters touch, shooters touch Hit em right between the eyes, I'm really clutch Put me in the hall of fame, I'm not a bust One day ima be tha man, I got a hunch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch These are just some red wine, ruminations That's my favorite pastime, for inspiration Baby if I lie lie, I'm just playing I just need the right time, the truth stain it I been sipping red wine, for concentration It's blurry in my right eye, I'm up pacing Red up in my tum tum, I'm volcanic You can have a sip sip, but don't cane it I don't like when you're drunk, you're impatient If you heard your own voice, you wouldn't say shit Wanna be my girlfriend? Adjacent Leave her in the past tense, shell casing Red wine on that island A mega pint ima pirate Most people ain't got depth Me I'm most def the hottest Got my glock, time gon tell when I'll pop it No spare change when I tell y'all that I'm profit This song ain't bout a girl It's bout a gun And when I say I'm sick of it I'm throwing up Cuz no one really listening, not to us No one really listening, not to us Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch This song ain't about a girl, I think I lied Cuz every time I close my eyes you unalive If I had a dozen girls, you'd be the dime That mean you ain't top 10, or top 5