[Intro: Sheff G]
(Kayman made this one)
(Mi-Mi-Mika gave you this one)
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang, shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
Shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
M8V3N gang, shooter gang
Look, look
[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Trap out the Puma or Fila
Who gon' do what? Nigga, he lied
I don't know much about these guys
I've been plannin' on drillin' since knee-high
Trappin', I smell like a zoo
Animal crew, used to at grandma house too
Plottin', I'm blockin' they views
They see my moves
They think I'm doin' voodoo
Like, got the rush, grip the clutch, goin' insane
Where any niggas see me
Niggas bluff, they ain't tough, they Usain Bolt-in'
I almost hit it like a dolphin
Niggas never wanna see young nigga just shine, just shine, live life in abundance
So I only wanna hear who shot, who knocked, who dead
How stories deduct him
And I'm stuck in my ways
Like who did what, that ain't get touched, they all got stretched on pavements
Run up, get brrrt, shooters get brrrt
Street niggas, no ones safe
Niggas be drillin' to get this shit
Chat about shootin' on accident
I stay with it like Ratchet and Clank
Like, like, like, like who got touched after that
Shooter gang
Irritate shooters they go out pollutin' the streets, we move it gang
On the block in the city
Where the niggas get gut like a piggy
Look, on the blocks, in the bush
Where the niggas get shot for the kush
Plenty, I don't trust many, men, done— at many men
Billy done— at many men
They run like ginger men
Spread the bread, share the cash, saucin’ in class
Puma fit for the fashion
Remember days speedin' in stolley's crashin'
Free the guys shit was classic
Sick of me, sick of me me bitch
I know they sick of me but can't get rid of me bitch
Chase him get beat off the strip, pray that he trip
Trip him, we turn him to spliffs
Bustin' them shots, duck it fast, movin' off gas
Remember, I could've got blast
Ambulance speed up the miles on the dash
Shovel and pick up they ass
Front on me, no one
I get the drop then we scorin', we pourin'
Stretch out the block, we gon' floor 'em
Hop in the V, load and repeat
You think that you scorin', don’t make a move
We could make you important like daily news
That .40 robotic, be makin' tunes
But that clip got more bass than a Metro Boom
Still them niggas turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I beef with a enemy if they turn reporters what you brand 'em? Look
How could I—,at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I shoot at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
Never will I understand 'em, damn them
(Kayman made this one)
(Mi-Mi-Mika gave you this one)
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang, shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
Shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
M8V3N gang, shooter gang
Look, look
[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Trap out the Puma or Fila
Who gon' do what? Nigga, he lied
I don't know much about these guys
I've been plannin' on drillin' since knee-high
Trappin', I smell like a zoo
Animal crew, used to at grandma house too
Plottin', I'm blockin' they views
They see my moves
They think I'm doin' voodoo
Like, got the rush, grip the clutch, goin' insane
Where any niggas see me
Niggas bluff, they ain't tough, they Usain Bolt-in'
I almost hit it like a dolphin
Niggas never wanna see young nigga just shine, just shine, live life in abundance
So I only wanna hear who shot, who knocked, who dead
How stories deduct him
And I'm stuck in my ways
Like who did what, that ain't get touched, they all got stretched on pavements
Run up, get brrrt, shooters get brrrt
Street niggas, no ones safe
Niggas be drillin' to get this shit
Chat about shootin' on accident
I stay with it like Ratchet and Clank
Like, like, like, like who got touched after that
Shooter gang
Irritate shooters they go out pollutin' the streets, we move it gang
On the block in the city
Where the niggas get gut like a piggy
Look, on the blocks, in the bush
Where the niggas get shot for the kush
Plenty, I don't trust many, men, done— at many men
Billy done— at many men
They run like ginger men
Spread the bread, share the cash, saucin’ in class
Puma fit for the fashion
Remember days speedin' in stolley's crashin'
Free the guys shit was classic
Sick of me, sick of me me bitch
I know they sick of me but can't get rid of me bitch
Chase him get beat off the strip, pray that he trip
Trip him, we turn him to spliffs
Bustin' them shots, duck it fast, movin' off gas
Remember, I could've got blast
Ambulance speed up the miles on the dash
Shovel and pick up they ass
Front on me, no one
I get the drop then we scorin', we pourin'
Stretch out the block, we gon' floor 'em
Hop in the V, load and repeat
You think that you scorin', don’t make a move
We could make you important like daily news
That .40 robotic, be makin' tunes
But that clip got more bass than a Metro Boom
Still them niggas turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I beef with a enemy if they turn reporters what you brand 'em? Look
How could I—,at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I shoot at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
Never will I understand 'em, damn them
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