Rich Shooters Lyrics - Q Da Fool

[Intro: Q Da Fool] 

Bow, bow 

Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter 

Yeah, damn 

Yeah, hundred round goon 

Uh, bitch I'm Herwin on the spoon 

I'm dope 

[Verse 1: Q Da Fool] 

Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety 

I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby 

I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy 

I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' rappers lately 

In and out of jail, I swear them crackers drove me crazy 

I might smoke a nigga, I might give his mother daisies 

Rest in peace Bob 'cause that's how Bob raised me 

He was fuckin' with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy 

Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and scales really paid me 

Coulda been in Mercedes, fuck 12 tryna frame me 

Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go monkey 

I really dropped niggas broad day 

I'ma show 'em how the mob play 

Get up close, personal, my shit face to face (Face to face) 

You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the case (Fuck nigga) 

Finesse plug, finesse buy you through everything (I do everything) 

I know one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch) 

Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was outside doin' better things 

First time I called my mother locked up, she said, You better swing 

Attempted murder, I was 15 with a 17 with a big dream 

I run all in this shit (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga) 

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[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin' 

Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money 

I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin' 

Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin' 

I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter 

We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 

3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) 

We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers 

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] 

I was built to win, no I can't ever ever lose 

Bitch, they call me Jefe with a mothafuckin' tool (Young Jefe, holmes) 

They act like they don't fuck with me, they watch my every move 

Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't cool with you, too 

You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where your mothafuckin' weapon? 

First gun I ever shot it was a .38 special 

It's GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life) 

And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that shit forever (30, 30) 

Bitch I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt) 

You can come and get an eight ball or get a whole plate 

I don't need a damn extendo, F&N is on my waist 

And I don't even send a memo, I just get your ass erased 

We like the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail 

My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels 

Where I'm from they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel 

I seen some nigga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell 

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[Chorus: Shy Glizzy] 

I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had nothin' 

Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast money 

I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass jumpin' 

Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't wait to buy somethin' 

I'm a rich shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter 

We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 

3 got the Macky and that bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) 

We the fuckin' rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers