“Shooters Inside My Crib” is a song about Quavo’s wealth and success, as well as his willingness to protect his assets by keeping “shooters” (armed individuals) in his home. The song features a catchy chorus and verses that focus on Quavo’s lifestyle and the dangers he faces as a result of his success. The lyrics are delivered in Quavo’s signature style, with a mix of braggadocio and introspection.
The song features a trap beat with a catchy melody that complements the lyrics well. The production is crisp and polished, with a nice balance between the bass and other instruments. Quavo’s vocals are heavily processed, which adds to the overall futuristic feel of the song. The song also features some interesting vocal effects, such as auto-tune and ad-libs, that add to the overall texture of the track.
“Shooters Inside My Crib” is a solid song that showcases Quavo’s skills as a rapper and songwriter. While the lyrics may not be particularly deep or introspective, they are delivered with confidence and flair, and the catchy melody and polished production make the song a pleasure to listen to.
Shooters Inside My Crib Lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Ayo B on the track)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah
I was patient, now my ice cold, glacier (yeah)
I was trapping out the vacant ’til I got some paper (yeah)
I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin’ (yeah)
I was out there chasin’ dreams ’cause they thought I couldn’t make it (yeah)
I put that on my soul, no, you can’t take it (my soul)
On the highway going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah)
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh)
I dreamed that I’ma be big, while I’m putting bullets inside my SIG (umm, hmm)
Momma said don’t make no sense, ’cause I got shooters in all my cribs (umm, hmm)
It’s kinda hard to be a young nigga
When you gotta watch the way that you live, ooh (ooh)
It’s never too hard to keep it real
Keep it one hundred, we on and off of the field (yeah)
Made ’em train to kill if he caught a body, he signed a deal
Don’t talk about it, nobody squeal
Upgrade the watches from stainless steel
If you woke up in the morning and got you a million
Just tell me just how would you feel?
Gave my niggas some points, some extra percentage
Now just look at the way they live
I was patient, now my ice go glacier (yeah)
I was trapping out the vacant ’til I got some paper (yeah)
I was looking for the smoke and then I got some straightenin’ (yeah)
I was out there chasin’ dreams ’cause they thought I couldn’t make it (yeah)
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I put that on my soul, no you can’t take it (my soul)
On the highway going two places, yeah
Prison or vacation, yeah (yeah)
In the trap we switch locations, yeah
Gotta stay down, be patient, ooh (ooh)
I dreamed that I’ma be big, while I’m putting bullets inside my SIG (mm, hmm)
Momma said don’t make no sense, ’cause I got shooters in all my cribs (mm, hmm)
Momma said it don’t make no sense, yeah, yeah
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