Im a fucking shooter and I got this bullet That is going through your head It's gonna come out the other way And your mom won't forget That his boy died with his jeans wet Now she knows what a crybaby you were And my OG's now are partying on your grave You in hell not believing how you dead Yo yo yo yo! Got my gun since 9 Never shooted until now My bullets are my words in a row Like a machine gun Goes into your ears And take you through my hell Now you vibing on the spot, YEAH! Your head getting bounce, man! Bittersweet is how I call this weapon Bullets of melancholy that are gonna get you! Recognize my music as your OG shit On your playlist Getting crazy Vibing with my poetry My suffering You smoking my voice like weed Getting hiiiiigh with these lyrics Crying like a gaaaal in those days Partying with those hoes That wont bring you hope It ain't dope Call the doc. Dr. dracond Who can get you up and down Your mood likes me though Yo yo yo yo! Imma shooter of lyrics Killing you with bittersweet Feeling me in your mind Like a bullet Im just passing by Imma shooter of lyrics Melancholy is my gal My music now your OG shit Time to get you down my soul. (X2) Yo... Yo... Yo... Imma fucking shooter now you're dead Your body with no head Cause your mind in my universe Trying to forget why we are here We never really know We just gotta seal And escape from this reality Gotta show how to play low Cause niggas are dying too loud. Yo yo yo Imma shooter of lyrics... #OGShit