Shooters on command Lyrics – Roddy Ricch
Singer: Roddy Ricch
Title: Shooters on command
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I’ve got shooters on command
Duffle bags in my hand
Why give a f#ck about a b#tch
Especially when I roll up with a stick
Especially they can’t hold me I’m a beast
I’m a problem just to say the least
Your car came with miles it said on the lease
I don’t need no {?} b#tch I want preach
East to west, we got reach
I got ties in the streets
Got in my environment
And I came warmer
Studio junkies, suicide bombers
Stay away from socials I don’t like my name in drama
They been trying to take my life away I told big god to take my trauma
Got famous on my own I tried to go and find him a dollar
And make a million dollar baby I might celebrate Kwanza
A famous holla, I make the whole big room Prada
Make 50 million next year, I’m just being modest
Till then these sheepskin condoms and niques all on my clothes
A regular day it might be Nike down to my toes
{?} inscriptions and writing down my goals
I came and never slipped {?}
I’ve got shooters on command
Duffle bags in my hand
Why give a f#ck about a b#tch
Especially when I roll up with a stick
Especially they can’t hold me I’m a beast
I’m a problem just to say the least
Your car came with miles it said on the lease
I don’t need no {?} b#tch I want preach
East to west, we got reach
I got ties in the streets
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