Shooters Breadwinner Kane (Ft. Boosie Badazz)

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[Chorus]
Said I got shooters
They pull up shootin'
Don't make me do it
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Said I got shooters
They pull up shootin'
Don't make me do it
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 1: Breadwinner Kane]
Stayed down and I came up
Always kept money in my pocket, blood (Cash)
Real niggas, you don't fuck with us (I'm solid)
Ran up, then you hear them guns bust (Baow, baow)
Cook beef, we don't talk about it (No beef)
Hollow tips make him walk it out
Summertime, dope in a drought
Traphouse got me workin' out (The trap)
No more trappin' out my auntie house (Nope)
12 wanna know my whereabouts (Fuck)
Hundred K stashed in the couch (Hundred cash)
We ain't never ever seen a drought (Drought)
If it's pressure, we can shoot it out (Pressure)
Phipps Plaza, standin' on the couch (A boss)
Made it to the top, no handout
Made it to the top—