We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
Out my mental prison and I'm popping like I'm bobby bitch
Stocking up I'm cocky like I'm rocky way I body this
Americano with the colors rocking Tommy fit
If she push me then I'm down to catch a body bitch
Think I'm complacent
Maybe too faded
Stick to the basics
No need to state it
Chiefing hard I'm a star they can't see too far
Running start get the car we proceed to war
Slow it down
Think too quick when I'm off that smoke
She hate me when I'm on that smoke
Feel that heat when I drop that smoke
Be Haley, rocking on that wolf
Pete Davie, but I got no jokes
So crazy, when I hit that stroke
She pay me, but I ain't that broke
Imma man up
So f*ck the hoes I'm making history
They ask me how I'm styling it's a mystery
He phony catching bodies with no hits for me
But I won't f*ck around and catch no misdemean
Leaning out the window, it ain't no Benz tho
Just know that I ain't flexing with no rentals
Baby gave me pussy shit that got me out my mental
Is you fam, if you flexin for the gram tho
I got white on my nikes
Cyph on the nightly
Boys back me up from the side like I'm Spike Lee
Yea she my type b
Make her the wifey
Put her in dior, fashion model think she might be
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
Sharpe Shooters Video (MV)
Performed By: Chester East Main
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Cole Pereira, Kyle McHale
Chester East Main - Sharpe Shooters Lyrics
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We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
Out my mental prison and I'm popping like I'm bobby bitch
Stocking up I'm cocky like I'm rocky way I body this
Americano with the colors rocking Tommy fit
If she push me then I'm down to catch a body bitch
Think I'm complacent
Maybe too faded
Stick to the basics
No need to state it
Chiefing hard I'm a star they can't see too far
Running start get the car we proceed to war
Slow it down
Think too quick when I'm off that smoke
She hate me when I'm on that smoke
Feel that heat when I drop that smoke
Be Haley, rocking on that wolf
Pete Davie, but I got no jokes
So crazy, when I hit that stroke
She pay me, but I ain't that broke
Imma man up
So f*ck the hoes I'm making history
They ask me how I'm styling it's a mystery
He phony catching bodies with no hits for me
But I won't f*ck around and catch no misdemean
Leaning out the window, it ain't no Benz tho
Just know that I ain't flexing with no rentals
Baby gave me pussy shit that got me out my mental
Is you fam, if you flexin for the gram tho
I got white on my nikes
Cyph on the nightly
Boys back me up from the side like I'm Spike Lee
Yea she my type b
Make her the wifey
Put her in dior, fashion model think she might be
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
Out my mental prison and I'm popping like I'm bobby bitch
Stocking up I'm cocky like I'm rocky way I body this
Americano with the colors rocking Tommy fit
If she push me then I'm down to catch a body bitch
Think I'm complacent
Maybe too faded
Stick to the basics
No need to state it
Chiefing hard I'm a star they can't see too far
Running start get the car we proceed to war
Slow it down
Think too quick when I'm off that smoke
She hate me when I'm on that smoke
Feel that heat when I drop that smoke
Be Haley, rocking on that wolf
Pete Davie, but I got no jokes
So crazy, when I hit that stroke
She pay me, but I ain't that broke
Imma man up
So f*ck the hoes I'm making history
They ask me how I'm styling it's a mystery
He phony catching bodies with no hits for me
But I won't f*ck around and catch no misdemean
Leaning out the window, it ain't no Benz tho
Just know that I ain't flexing with no rentals
Baby gave me pussy shit that got me out my mental
Is you fam, if you flexin for the gram tho
I got white on my nikes
Cyph on the nightly
Boys back me up from the side like I'm Spike Lee
Yea she my type b
Make her the wifey
Put her in dior, fashion model think she might be
We talking gang gang
But we ain't about the gang bang
F*ck around with Chester hit the track and then we bang bang
Might just kill another trapper stay up out my lane main
Body body be so regular we super Saiyan flame
We been in it for a minute, where the f*ck you been?
Yea I rock corolla but I pulled up in my other Benz
Say you got it on the low but I can't see no bitch
Sharpe shooters with the shits we call it hit or hit
Writer: Cole Pereira, Kyle McHale
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