INTERNET SHOOTERS

[verse 1]
Shooting you cap to the max, hold up I’m running it back, claim you will point all your triggers, your figures don’t add up to that, lately I’m thinking how the fuck you going around with the gat, past you, you reload, shoot back at my vlone, cuz I’m doing laps

Alakazam, poof bye bye I apart of this plan, dudes eye to eye, cuz they fighting on the gram, ooh I’m aight when they ask how I am
Internet shooter, how do I turn of computer, aye, I’m from the routes they calling me young but I like accumulating, my bank

Feel like a tutor, im teaching these rappers to truetoyourself, I’m not part of the movement, I don’t ruin my image, be fake and that’s truetomyfam

True to my fam
True to my true to my fam
True to my true to my true to my true to my fam

I’m with lil A, and you know we sliming since 2008, we don’t get erased, up with you fakes on map, I put truth on the map, why you running away, tell me your ice is a lake, vocals you put on delay, talk about chains, cars and your vvs bling, that’s how we doing these days

Cash gold, what is your amount aye, I do my shit, then I bounce aye, big racks, I don’t care about aye, flexing I don’t do it that loud aye
Flexing I don’t do that loud, chill im a child, humble down boy but I’m wild, chill, I still got style

I’m still styling, I’m still riding, you got problems, I’mma pile em, why you be talking to the boy like you got no respect I might aim for the neck, like the 10 gave me neck, I might send all these necks to pen, give em bars so they sending me the better responses

You get a bronze, aye platinum I ball like Lebron, courtside, homies wanna play with the don, sheesh, ooh yeah I’m a bomb, hater ass homie wanna brawl with his arms sheesh ooh I do my own shit sorry, I’m vlone shit, bari, you be on clone shit, copy

I be in a ring like mike, I be on sight, fuck your whole sprite, why you really bite, shit on my mind, I don’t need the right starter kit, I’m apart of this

J- town out here with traps I don’t need a location to show Imma artist bitch

[verse 2]
Tell me who the fuck is your fucking pappi, how do U clout up and count all the money, I’m hopping like bunny’s I’m running and thinking your aim is on safety, you bummy you bummy

You is broke aye, claiming you got all the hoes aye, fuck what you know aye, your best single is my throwaway

I don’t pour up, 8s in my litre, I done pulled up, clean with the team, when we show up, I don’t wanna see no fiends ya, why you fold up, don’t compare that boy with me

Ok bet, shoutout octa UK boys shoutout mehd, t shirt red, fashion boy I got a vest, no bulletproof, I don’t needa carry tech, choppa disrespect, 16, I’m a boy, i just want my early check

Flex

Chain up on my neck, just to show you imma proud young boy I need no rest

Cover up shoot your Glock
Empty clips shooting in your block aye
Internet rockstar opps
Rockstar, cop
5 stars, chase, this a 5 star drop