[Lil Shawn & Young Pappy:]
Hundred rounds in them drums, lil’ nigga
Beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
A pump fake? Just run, lil’ nigga
PBG shit!
Hundred rounds in them drums, lil’ nigga
Beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
A pump fake? Just run, lil’ nigga
TFG bitch!
Hundred rounds in them drums, lil’ nigga
Beef with us, get a gun, lil’ nigga
A pump fake? Just run, lil’ nigga
Hundred rounds in them drums, lil’ nigga
Better run, lil’ nigga!
[Hook:]
Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad
Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters
Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad
Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters
Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!
Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!
Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!
Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!
Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah!
[Lil Shawn:]
Bitch, we got a squad full of shooters
We move with them AK’s and rugers!
We don’t sneak diss on computers
We just send lil’ Kemo to do you!
Lil’ shot, don’t fight, I just up pipes
Damn stripe, make him go good night
Took his bitch, now a nigga wanna’ fight
Give him sores like a hive
Was acting tough worth losing your life?
(Was it nigga?)
Naw, I ain’t think so
I’m just looking for some brain like a scarecrow
Big balls like a nigga on death row
Treat his ass like some dope, he can get smoked
If he holding on the work, he can get poked
Fucking on the throat, make a lil’ bitch choke
And I hang with them Insanes, Cutthroat
Bullets make his foot work like jump rope
Hold up, we in a jam so get low
Say they drillin’, but they lying like a Leo
Slick got Tec, and he want them on
Out west, too turnt’ in the veno
And I heard niggas dissing on Pooh Bear
That’s the reason why we smoking on Keno!
Gang [x7] dawg!
[Hook]
Might pop out from the T wit fo ‘nem
Might serve a couple keys to mo ‘nem
Don’t hit the block without my Glock, I tote them
I get the job, and catch a opp, I smoke him
And that’s it, ain’t no nun’ of that extra shit
Unless it’s a extra clip
That’s brand new Tec, I’m ready to test this bitch
And I ain’t gonna’ but bet I stress some shit
Cause bro taught me to shoot
And then I taught folks how to shoot
Nigga, you don’t even know how to shoot
I ain’t saying I’m a pro when I shoot
But that opps can’t flex on my name, niggas know what I do
Walk ups, and I ride up nigga
Either way you gon’ get fired up nigga
Hatchbacks, hop out the back with the Mac 10
She like point him out, he like where that nigga at?
Oh, don’t nobody know shit now?
Stop flexing you ain’t gon’ blow shit down!
This fo ‘nem got so much kick, when I let this bitch spit
Even I’m gon’ get down!
A lot of hoes on my dick, I can pick now
This Mac got a cooling kit, with a switch now
Silencer, so my Glock sound like this now (shh!)
[Hook]