Sharpe Shooters by Chester East Main Lyrics
[Chorus: Baby Lucho]
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
Fuck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the fuck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can’t see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
[Verse 1: Capital Ky]
Out my mental prison and I'm popping like I'm bobby bitch
Stocking up I’m cocky like I'm rocky way I body this
Americano with the colors rocking Tommy fit
If she push me then I'm down to catch a body bitch
Think I'm complacent
Maybe too faded
Stick to the basics
No need to state it
Chiefing hard I'm a star they can't see too far
Running start get the car we proceed to war
Slow it down
Think too quick when I'm off that smoke
She hate me when I'm on that smoke
Feel that heat when I drop that smoke
Be Haley, rocking on that wolf
Pete Davie, but I got no jokes
So crazy, when I hit that stroke
She pay me, but I ain’t that broke
Imma man up
So fuck the hoes I’m making history
They ask me how I'm styling it’s a mystery
He phony catching bodies with no hits for me
But I won't fuck around and catch no misdemean
Leaning out the window, it ain't no Benz tho
Just know that I ain't flexing with no rentals
Baby gave me pussy shit that got me out my mental
Is you fam, if you flexin for the gram tho
I got white on my nikes
Cyph on the nightly
Boys back me up from the side like I’m Spike Lee
Yea she my type b
Make her the wifey
Put her in dior, fashion model think she might be
[Chorus: Baby Lucho]
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
Fuck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the fuck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
Fuck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the fuck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can’t see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
[Verse 1: Capital Ky]
Out my mental prison and I'm popping like I'm bobby bitch
Stocking up I’m cocky like I'm rocky way I body this
Americano with the colors rocking Tommy fit
If she push me then I'm down to catch a body bitch
Think I'm complacent
Maybe too faded
Stick to the basics
No need to state it
Chiefing hard I'm a star they can't see too far
Running start get the car we proceed to war
Slow it down
Think too quick when I'm off that smoke
She hate me when I'm on that smoke
Feel that heat when I drop that smoke
Be Haley, rocking on that wolf
Pete Davie, but I got no jokes
So crazy, when I hit that stroke
She pay me, but I ain’t that broke
Imma man up
So fuck the hoes I’m making history
They ask me how I'm styling it’s a mystery
He phony catching bodies with no hits for me
But I won't fuck around and catch no misdemean
Leaning out the window, it ain't no Benz tho
Just know that I ain't flexing with no rentals
Baby gave me pussy shit that got me out my mental
Is you fam, if you flexin for the gram tho
I got white on my nikes
Cyph on the nightly
Boys back me up from the side like I’m Spike Lee
Yea she my type b
Make her the wifey
Put her in dior, fashion model think she might be
[Chorus: Baby Lucho]
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
Fuck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the fuck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit