Sha Hef - Love My Shooters lyrics

[Hook x2] Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters [Verse 1] Hit his head with the cleaver Drew Brees, throwing bullets, go long, play receiver What you want with the reaper Now you lay down, pray the Lord that he keep ya Used to trap off the beeper Backpack full of reefer, cracks in my sneakers Mix the dope with the ether Put your nose to the speakers, this for my geekers Indicas and sativas, I blow that Remove the wiper, you already snow that Take my dick and put it right where her throat at Last Thursday, now that p**y is a throwback Point aim it, then I shoot it like a Kodak Know I'm good any block they move the blow at Catch me upstate, somewhere I gotta flow at No packs, gave him six shots, told him hold that Young Trayvon Martin with the Larkin Looking for Zimmerman, drunk, ready to spark him I'm heartless and my hood game is marvellous Head shots leave him retarded, regardless Look what you started, bullets will park him Leave him laying there stiff like you starched him Shots from the carbon, beg your pardon Gotta feed the wolves, you know they starving [Pre-Hook] Oh Lord, ain't tryna sell rocks but a n***a tryna get a new drop Pray for us, if a n***a run up two shots from the brand new Glock I know, fake n***as tryna lie know they really wanna see a n***a die I swear if a n***a try me or the mob then you know I'm gon' ride [Hook x2] Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters [Verse 2] I love my shooters, love my shooters Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters They love that action, they gon' spray them Ruger's Shots scuba dive down to your Medulla Extract his kidneys, stick 'em in the cooler Worth a hunnit bands, ship em off to Cuba She gave me brain, yeah the b**h a tutor Then I f**ed her friend cause the b**h was cuter Just might give both hoes a scholarship The way they gargle, might call it a swallowship I give my n***as an order they gon' follow it Spent the drug money and re-up'd on hollow tips Dope supplier Go straight to the top like coke on the pot on the fire Trap messiah Staying low from the Narcs that be wired, might sing like the choir If he tell we in his mouth with the pliers Cops pull up got the work in the tires No shorts, the last n***as that tried us left his whole team on ice like they the flyers Can't deny us, on the set I'ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias Can't deny us, on the set I'ma ball 'til I fall like the young Len Bias [Pre-Hook] Oh Lord, ain't tryna sell rocks but a n***a tryna get a new drop Pray for us, if a n***a run up two shots from the brand new Glock I know, fake n***as tryna lie know they really wanna see a n***a die I swear if a n***a try me or the mob then you know I'm gon' ride [Hook x2] Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank you Lord, pray for my shooters Love my shooters, love my shooters Thank the Lord, pray for my shooters