[Chorus: Chill Will]
As soon as I walk in the room, I look around
Then you know I [?], then I break it down
And I tell that bitch to stand now, and spin around
And I make them niggas back back, and stand down
Cause I done turned into a shoota shoota
A shoota shoota
That bitch [?] computer, computer puters
Don't make me have to do ya do ya
I do ya do ya
[?]

[Verse 1: Chill Will]
[?]
Chill Will the trap god, just like Gucci Gucci
He say he want the soft white, like [?]
I'm cooking that soft white, like [?]
Just like Steph Curry, I'm a shoota shoota
Don't make me have to do ya
Bullits go through ya through ya
Somebody [?] it ain't fare
We ain't playing fare, with that nigga standing there
Leave him laying there
A lotta coke, but I ain't evеr been to Cuba
[?] and I ain't talking bout no [?]
She get real [?] so wе call [?]
I go deep deep, dive int it, call me scooba
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