They Say by Kiing Shooter Lyrics
[Intro]
Let's get it
Uh-huh
Crackin', nigga
I'm on some shit
Dirt Gang
[Chorus]
They say, "Shooter got a hit, I think he legit" (Word?)
But I'm still ridin' 'round strapped, ain't no lackin', bitch (Grrt, boom)
I know these niggas want me dead, I know my haters sick (Fuck 'em)
But I gotta chase a bag, they all can suck a dick (Let's get it)
They say, "Shooter, he a rapper, he ain't really clappin'" (Word?)
Bitch, you buggin', ain't with nothin', try me, see what happen (Grrt, boom)
Don't do the runnin', keep a gun and yes, I'm trigger-happy (I do)
They know what's crackin', hoes is askin' where them niggas crashin' (We out)
[Verse]
I heard Shooter, he a fraud, he ain't really hard (Word?)
But I'll shoot you and your mans, nigga, fuck you thought? (Grrt, boom)
I was out here sellin' crack when you was scared to park (I was)
You niggas pussy and you know it, pull your panties up (You pussy)
I heard Shooter jackin' thirties, he ain't never worried (What's crackin'?)
But bitch, you right, I'm automatic, I'm like Stephen Curry (Boom, boom)
Don't need a jersey, I'm a player, take your bitch and break her (I will)
Won't ever date her, see you later, not a fan of waitin' (Bye)
I heard you got shot, yeah, I did, cuz (Fuck it)
Five times, but I won't say what I did, cuz (I won't)
You know my body and you know I stay gripped up (Grrt)
Niggas thought they had me lackin', but I couldn't slip up (Grrt, boom)
I heard that you an opp, you don't play the block (I am)
Well, spin this shit if you want, I bet you gettin' shot (Boom, boom)
We don't ever call police 'cause we don't fuck with cops (At all)
If it's an opp, just point him out, I guarantee he shot (Grrt, boom)
[Chorus]
They say, "Shooter got a hit, I think he legit" (Word?)
But I'm still ridin' 'round strapped, ain't no lackin', bitch (Grrt, boom)
I know these niggas want me dead, I know my haters sick (Fuck 'em)
But I gotta chase a bag, they all can suck a dick (Let's get it)
They say, "Shooter, he a rapper, he ain't really clappin'" (Word?)
Bitch, you buggin', ain't with nothin', try me, see what happen (Grrt, boom)
Don't do the runnin', keep a gun and yes, I'm trigger-happy (I do)
They know what's crackin', hoes is askin' where them niggas crashin' (We out)
Let's get it
Uh-huh
Crackin', nigga
I'm on some shit
Dirt Gang
[Chorus]
They say, "Shooter got a hit, I think he legit" (Word?)
But I'm still ridin' 'round strapped, ain't no lackin', bitch (Grrt, boom)
I know these niggas want me dead, I know my haters sick (Fuck 'em)
But I gotta chase a bag, they all can suck a dick (Let's get it)
They say, "Shooter, he a rapper, he ain't really clappin'" (Word?)
Bitch, you buggin', ain't with nothin', try me, see what happen (Grrt, boom)
Don't do the runnin', keep a gun and yes, I'm trigger-happy (I do)
They know what's crackin', hoes is askin' where them niggas crashin' (We out)
[Verse]
I heard Shooter, he a fraud, he ain't really hard (Word?)
But I'll shoot you and your mans, nigga, fuck you thought? (Grrt, boom)
I was out here sellin' crack when you was scared to park (I was)
You niggas pussy and you know it, pull your panties up (You pussy)
I heard Shooter jackin' thirties, he ain't never worried (What's crackin'?)
But bitch, you right, I'm automatic, I'm like Stephen Curry (Boom, boom)
Don't need a jersey, I'm a player, take your bitch and break her (I will)
Won't ever date her, see you later, not a fan of waitin' (Bye)
I heard you got shot, yeah, I did, cuz (Fuck it)
Five times, but I won't say what I did, cuz (I won't)
You know my body and you know I stay gripped up (Grrt)
Niggas thought they had me lackin', but I couldn't slip up (Grrt, boom)
I heard that you an opp, you don't play the block (I am)
Well, spin this shit if you want, I bet you gettin' shot (Boom, boom)
We don't ever call police 'cause we don't fuck with cops (At all)
If it's an opp, just point him out, I guarantee he shot (Grrt, boom)
[Chorus]
They say, "Shooter got a hit, I think he legit" (Word?)
But I'm still ridin' 'round strapped, ain't no lackin', bitch (Grrt, boom)
I know these niggas want me dead, I know my haters sick (Fuck 'em)
But I gotta chase a bag, they all can suck a dick (Let's get it)
They say, "Shooter, he a rapper, he ain't really clappin'" (Word?)
Bitch, you buggin', ain't with nothin', try me, see what happen (Grrt, boom)
Don't do the runnin', keep a gun and yes, I'm trigger-happy (I do)
They know what's crackin', hoes is askin' where them niggas crashin' (We out)