Shooter - Fuck lyrics

[Intro] Savage woah Savage woah I'm savage I f*ck on your hoe Yeah [Chorus] F*ck on the shorty I f*ck on the shorty Pass her to my whoadie pass her to my whoadie Tats on my body got tats on my body Rob for a hobby we rob for a hobby Napkin tucked in my shirt like the mob aye F*ck a wife, I'm married to the money I'm hustling every day like Ace aye Till I wake up in a new Bugatti [Verse 1] We stack baguettes aye That's that long bread Yellow diamonds like a tape aye Crime scene yeah We ball for life aye Not for a day, yeah We We ball for life aye Not for a day, yeah [Bridge] This is history in the making So Shut up b*tch (what?) Let me make it then (ha-ha) This be history in the making So sh*t up b*tch (what?) Let me make it then For real [Chorus] F*ck on the shorty I f*ck on the shorty Pass her to my whoadie pass her to my whoadie Tats on my body got tats on my body Rob for a hobby we rob for a hobby Napkin tucked in my shirt like the mob aye F*ck a wife, I'm married to the money I'm hustling every day like Ace aye Till I wake up in a new Bugatti [Verse 2] I am a lick, but there's no one gun rob me F*ck little shorty pass her to my whoadie Ops looking for me, I'm felling like wally The ops tried to stab me, I'm felling like Wiley Robbing your hoe house in a bally First deal I ever made was in a alley Rolling a raw like Maaly Mixing the Marley with Molly woah [Bridge] This is history in the making So Shut up b*tch (what?) Let me make it then ( ha-ha) This be history in the making So sh*t up b*tch (what?) Let me make it then For real