M+M - shooters touch

It's either that I say too much
Or not enough
Like really what's the point of this?
I'm sick of love
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
This song ain't bout a girl
It's bout a gun
And when I say I'm sick of it
I'm throwing up
Cuz no one really listening, not to us
No one really listening, not to us
This song ain't about a girl, I think I lied
Cuz every time I close my eyes you unalive
If I had a dozen girls, you'd be the dime
That mean you ain't top 10, or top 5
Red wine on that island
A mega pint ima pirate
Most people ain't got depth
Me I'm most def the hottest
Shoot my shot
Rock my glove like Rawlings
Sike I lied, like Jidion I'm balling
I got shooters touch, shooters touch
Hit em right between the eyes, I'm really clutch
Put me in the hall of fame, I'm not a bust
One day ima be tha man, I got a hunch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
These are just some red wine, ruminations
That's my favorite pastime, for inspiration
Baby if I lie lie, I'm just playing
I just need the right time, the truth stain it
I been sipping red wine, for concentration
It's blurry in my right eye, I'm up pacing
Red up in my tum tum, I'm volcanic
You can have a sip sip, but don't cane it
I don't like when you're drunk, you're impatient
If you heard your own voice, you wouldn't say shit
Wanna be my girlfriend? Adjacent
Leave her in the past tense, shell casing
Red wine on that island
A mega pint ima pirate
Most people ain't got depth
Me I'm most def the hottest
Got my glock, time gon tell when I'll pop it
No spare change when I tell y'all that I'm profit
This song ain't bout a girl
It's bout a gun
And when I say I'm sick of it
I'm throwing up
Cuz no one really listening, not to us
No one really listening, not to us
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
Loading up the hollow points, got shooters touch
This song ain't about a girl, I think I lied
Cuz every time I close my eyes you unalive
If I had a dozen girls, you'd be the dime
That mean you ain't top 10, or top 5

Written by:
Max Reitman

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