[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
Ayy
Don't be all up in my ear with that shit oh would
Baby buttermilk and she remind me of Meagan Good
I'ma fire on 'em just because the homie fella would
Boy we in the county ain't not spraying with the pecker-woods
Clean set, tryna bite his flesh like I'm DMX
Callin' me insane because I smile when I hear the TEC
Ain't no mean eyes, all that starin' you gon' witness death
Put it on the set, he gon' cry when I give him that
I ain't hear nun' but gun smoke
He froze like his gun broke (Gun broke)
D-ray give me hope, let him burn like a co-coke
Murder all he wrote, flip his load off a no joke
I was jus' playing, shut yo bitch ass up bro (Bitch)
Really in my prime so I'm down if you ready
We throw a party on yo block 'cause every shell is confetti
If you need it, I could give it when I'm rocking with heavy
The Sig Sauer got a stock
But it'd rumble a Chevy ha (Boom-boom)
[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
We got Glocks Tec road trips movin' hella weed (Hella weed)
23 you gon' talk it out my jeans nigga (Talk it out my jeans)
Left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (Buah-Bah)
Call me Kony with this choppa how I let it blow (Bow-Brrrr)
He was frozen with his stick but he ain't let it snow
I ain't into babysitting I just let her ho
Catch 'em picking up some weed
Smoke him at the store look
Ayy
Don't be all up in my ear with that shit oh would
Baby buttermilk and she remind me of Meagan Good
I'ma fire on 'em just because the homie fella would
Boy we in the county ain't not spraying with the pecker-woods
Clean set, tryna bite his flesh like I'm DMX
Callin' me insane because I smile when I hear the TEC
Ain't no mean eyes, all that starin' you gon' witness death
Put it on the set, he gon' cry when I give him that
I ain't hear nun' but gun smoke
He froze like his gun broke (Gun broke)
D-ray give me hope, let him burn like a co-coke
Murder all he wrote, flip his load off a no joke
I was jus' playing, shut yo bitch ass up bro (Bitch)
Really in my prime so I'm down if you ready
We throw a party on yo block 'cause every shell is confetti
If you need it, I could give it when I'm rocking with heavy
The Sig Sauer got a stock
But it'd rumble a Chevy ha (Boom-boom)
[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
We got Glocks Tec road trips movin' hella weed (Hella weed)
23 you gon' talk it out my jeans nigga (Talk it out my jeans)
Left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (Buah-Bah)
Call me Kony with this choppa how I let it blow (Bow-Brrrr)
He was frozen with his stick but he ain't let it snow
I ain't into babysitting I just let her ho
Catch 'em picking up some weed
Smoke him at the store look
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