Correction Lyrics Real Shooters by Rob Vicious

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E'ry n***a with me trap hard for a bank roll
I'll smoke a n***a like a 'gar, gotta lay low
Chopstick with me in a place that I can't go
Chopstick turn a n***a hat to a halo
Little bro hit him with the draco
Whole lotta shooters form the Bay to down Daygo
Pocket full of moolah, little n***a, this is play dough

These n***a switching up lanes
Feds on a n***a so I switched up names
Plenty of this green, I just picked up bank
Henny and the lean and some mixed up drank
I just popped another bean, I need to fix my face
and the sh*t my way
'Til the trapphone ring I'ma sit sideways
Can't smoke no weed 'til we hit the highway
n***a, don't make a scene, n***as die that way
You ain't gang, n***a, better not drivе that way
What case, n***a? They ain't gon' find that K
Can't hang if you only gon' ride halfway
catch mе up in traffic
Chopstick fully automatic
Opp sh*t, let a n***a have it
Drop sh*t [?]

Every n***a with me tryna shoot a n***a face off
Beat going hard, told slime cut the bass off
so hard it'll knock the whole lace off
Real trap n***a, still serving lames fake sauce
Still jack n***as, swear to God n***as fake, soft
Old heads taught a n***a game, got me laced up
Ever since I been up in a gang I've been caked up
Seen a hundred thousand in your trap [?]
Fake ass rappers ain't 'bout it, got fake guns
Fake ass money outside, I'll take some
Seen a hundred thousand in your trap [?]
Fake ass rappers ain't 'bout it, got fake guns
Fake ass money outside, I'll take some

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