Boosie BadAzz - Real Shooter lyrics

[Intro] Man, what the f** this n***a want? sh** 4:30 in the morning Calling a n***a this f**ing early, this n***a crazy [Verse 1] Phone rang, it’s my n***a G tryna get some vick Boss man, what’s happening with ya, n***a? Let me clear the business Yo I got it but not this instance Yo boss, them boys slipped it Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him We ain’t talking if they come get us on the statement Where’s my lawyer? You know Jason on the way, when the cold in [?] Not talking man what’s important Anybody can shoot Y’all go for all that sh** But now them boys be with Boosie We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi’s f** with us boy you stupid We clutch and we all go use it f** with us y’all go lose it We won street wars, n***a So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard I sent an army of commandos and Rambos n***as who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars Smash and go eat tilapia Laugh at you over dinner Focus in eyes open there’s not laughing when we in that rental [Hook] I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter Lay by your house for you Or set the b**h off for you Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter [Verse 2] I know a man myth I know an old dawg These n***as love me They call me they big dawg It don’t matter who you is n***a We gon get the big dawg Cut the head off the body fall like when [?] dive Ride or die Wait on that n***a since he on his f**ing back Gon saw that he [?] since he had a f**ing problem 5 to the face, 6 to the body You know you die [?] Red still on my pa**enger side, n***a [Hook] I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter Lay by your house for you Or set the b**h off for you Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back I got the real shooter That’s in jail for it Ring a n***a bell for it They’ll never say no I got the real shooter [Verse 3] Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em) You better run from it (you better run) We got that bond money I got the real shooter (You better run from ‘em) (You better run from ‘em) We got that bond money I got the real shooter They like their homework (they do their homework) They like their homework (they do their homework) I got the real shooter They like their homework (they do their homework) They like their homework I got the real shooter We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launch On my lap there’s my strap, my pocket monster We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launch On my lap there’s my strap, my pocket monster [?] round some sick n***as with some sick waves Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang [?] round some sick n***as with some sick waves Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang