“Shooter” is a promotional single from American singer-songwriter June Summers‘ mixtape, Hookman For Hire.

The Banger of a Track features rappers Waka Flocka Flame & Fat Trel.

Lyrics for June Summers feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Fat Trel – Shooter

[June Summers]
Ain’t got no army – just me, know what I got underneath
If you’re looking for a f-cking war you can get all that for free
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter, shooter
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter,
..Pass it off, tell them let it off – to my little shooter
Cause he gonna get it all – that’s a shooter, shooter…

[Waka Flocka Flame]
(yup) 2 23 hanging with the 50 clip, 51/50 mama gone who you f-cking with?
old clicks trapped up but I ain’t never pop like this before
same for Gucci – and I’m kicking down your mama door
the self child of hip hop, you can call it gangsta hop
old click gangsta up that money and the way the gangsta flopped
Subu to my bloods that bump this – shout out to the west
money over bitches so I put it on my chest
north side Jamaican queen you can call that sh-t my stopping ground
get your a-s stumped down, pistol looking beat down
pass that white sheet now I bet they that boy’ll sleep now
alley boy or flocka group you can call that shit the a town
his squad gonna shoot with rounds now, got bloods all way in mets town
Trapper goin war town, bet they ain’t want no war now
Brick squad I’m a blood hound, but lamb’s couldn’t f-ck that blocka brown

Get money right now, who laughing now? Get money right now, who laughing now?

[June Summers]
Ain’t got no army – just me, know what I got underneath
If you’re looking for a f-cking war you can get all that for free
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter, shooter
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter,
..Pass it off, tell them let it off – to my little shooter
Cause he gonna get it all – that’s a shooter, shooter…

[Fat Trel]
I got booster the shooter, tooly hit you with duly
Eat these whoppers with choppers, got dirty clips in the ruger
I got no time for no crime, guess I’m divided to stay alive
Guess that gun from dc, where looking at me is a crime
my click ain’t about that bullsh-t, he gotta to be more than that
tell your mother to move then put your team on the line
Strapped g all the time, stay out my way and you’ll find
your b-tch bad she can f-ck, wanna make a run down the line
then I have her trapping outside, big four five on her spine
N-ggas know about his work, say they don’t then they lyin’
I roll with tigers and lions, aka with two-two threes
in four with fifty clip make a niggers sit when you piss
these see niggers dirty probably piss on your bitch
Sort out your mafia daughter – your sister’s sucking my dick
f-ck no we don’t give a shit
my shooter pass it off and laugh it off, let it off then walk it off
my neighbors don’t talk it off

[June Summers]
Ain’t got no army – just me, know what I got underneath
If you’re looking for a f-cking war you can get all that for free
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter, shooter
Cause I’m a shooter, shooter, cause I’m a shooter,
..Pass it off, tell them let it off – to my little shooter
Cause he gonna get it all – that’s a shooter, shooter…

Listen to: June Summers feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Fat Trel – Shooter

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