[Intro: Fredo Bang]
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia)
Yeah, this that murder music
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off
[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
This shit is bang bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang
Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name
You can't hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane
We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause
Bitch, I don't need no aim, and we gon' knock a nigga off
Say I been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat
I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector, I can smell rats
It ain't no help for him, y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia)
Yeah, this that murder music
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off
[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
This shit is bang bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang
Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name
You can't hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane
We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause
Bitch, I don't need no aim, and we gon' knock a nigga off
Say I been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat
I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector, I can smell rats
It ain't no help for him, y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka-baow-baow, knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock your block right off
Chicka-baow-baow, I knock the block right off
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