//Hook - off track
You know that i got my shooters, my shooters/
I be coming with my troopers my troopers
Haters come we gonna kill them all/x2
Haters come we gonna kill them all/
//1st Verse - Saint James
Haters run up then I'm calling up my shooters/
Try to ride up on us then we shooting through your uber/
I got some troopers, that pack bazookas/
Lifting up the metal an it blew like a tuba/
I'm cocking boomers, they banging like some 808s/
Shoot it then I'm gone, call that shit a fade away/
Fuck wht the haters say, talk shit then I spray the K/
Running out of time, man it's safe to say this ain't your day/
Living place to place, I'm always on the run/
Motherfuckers scared to fight so they always pack a gun/
One shot an your done, you be leaking redrum/
But this is just a metaphor what my pen dose/
Don't pretend to, be using no bullets/
When I'm killing people I do it with music/
They Thinking it's cool, man these dudes really stupid/
Keep popping your two lips, an that will get you hit, Clueless/
Dufus now your roof is missing/
Refuse to listen, to the proposition/
Fresh on the list like a new petition/
Now your life is in hands of a group of new physicians/
Cruel with Writtens, I never ease up/
Thinking your cool but I bet you freez up/
Making you heat up, my pen is heater/
It's spraying this ether, cutting up your weak buzz/
Like a tree stump these weak just got chopped Down/
It's like we hunters an they ducks Cuz they got shot down/
Trying to comp my Crown, an you up in the clouds/
Notes app on my phone is where your body probably found/
Unconscious nodding out, like overdosing/
Holy ghost just shows up, like it's hocus pocus/
Psychosis, Hypnosis, you coma toasted/
Going Vote for vote you only hope an you know it/
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@1KS this your beat
t uff Right here good mix
got me listening for days g keep it up!
this is so fucking sick!!!!!!!
dope shit dude,come check my shit out.would appreciate the feedback
Forgot I could vote on your stuff now. Hella dope remix my g βοΈπ―
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sick beat, dope flow, I'll lyrics, awesome vocalizing nuff said. you got my vote! check my battles homie! thanks for the support!
600 plays damn this got more then the original. salute bro
cold track, should be on your mixtape
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//Hook - off track You know that i got my shooters, my shooters/ I be coming with my troopers my troopers Haters come we gonna kill them all/x2 Haters come we gonna kill them all/ //1st Verse - Saint James Haters run up then I'm calling up my shooters/ Try to ride up on us then we shooting through your uber/ I got some troopers, that pack bazookas/ Lifting up the metal an it blew like a tuba/ I'm cocking boomers, they banging like some 808s/ Shoot it then I'm gone, call that shit a fade away/ Fuck wht the haters say, talk shit then I spray the K/ Running out of time, man it's safe to say this ain't your day/ Living place to place, I'm always on the run/ Motherfuckers scared to fight so they always pack a gun/ One shot an your done, you be leaking redrum/ But this is just a metaphor what my pen dose/ Don't pretend to, be using no bullets/ When I'm killing people I do it with music/ They Thinking it's cool, man these dudes really stupid/ Keep popping your two lips, an that will get you hit, Clueless/ Dufus now your roof is missing/ Refuse to listen, to the proposition/ Fresh on the list like a new petition/ Now your life is in hands of a group of new physicians/ Cruel with Writtens, I never ease up/ Thinking your cool but I bet you freez up/ Making you heat up, my pen is heater/ It's spraying this ether, cutting up your weak buzz/ Like a tree stump these weak just got chopped Down/ It's like we hunters an they ducks Cuz they got shot down/ Trying to comp my Crown, an you up in the clouds/ Notes app on my phone is where your body probably found/ Unconscious nodding out, like overdosing/ Holy ghost just shows up, like it's hocus pocus/ Psychosis, Hypnosis, you coma toasted/ Going Vote for vote you only hope an you know it/