Shooters 2 Y&R Mookey

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[Intro]
(Damn, Berto, you made another one)
Huh? Bitch
(Jay, you did it with this one)
KTA
Gang, bitch, bitch
Ain't talkin' 'bout shit, nah
Ayy, nigga can't, nigga dead
I'm on the South with it, 8 Block
Gang

[Verse 1]
Out of town, I had my youngins spinnin' through the West
You wear a vest like fuck a vest, we hit you at your neck
Them young niggas dyin' hard, they dyin' 'bout respect
Like boy, you better have your rod or we gon' get you stretched
No mask, six-twos, have my youngins step on you
'Bout the bag, get 'em through, that MAC boom boom
That 40 blast, you bound to crash, your car vroom vroom
Step on them too, show you a thing or two
Show you a thing or two
Since he wanna bang that gang, we gon' make him famous too
I be crankin', I don't be thinkin', you gon' fuck with who?
That 40 blanked him, my youngins stanked him, talkin' 'bout doin' who?
They can't fuck with Mook