Shooter (feat. Young Scooter & Yung Fresh)

It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out (Scream! Scream!) Walk up from my spot, sit down, have a seat I just been in five shoot-outs last week He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling business Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga (Hood rich!) Brick strapped to your sister I'ma send her in a rental I don't give a damn about her, but I'll make millions with the tender I got money in the fender, tryna buy my kids Christmas Me and Scooter ain't twins, but we got twin choppers Got Waka Flocka Flame, a nigga hit 'em with the yapa I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a cop What the fuck going on nigga? Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in here? I don't know Fuck out the spot, nigga Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick Same day, he call my phone for a 36 I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick Fuck the police, that's why I rap about them bricks I ain't Diddy nigga, but these bricks get remixed When the chopper start spitting, nigga head gon' get split Nigga robbed me at the carwash, that was 1996 Ever since the day, them niggas ain't tried me since God-damn, bruh Talking 'bout a nigga robbed you in '96 Know you geeked up, boy He did You still gotta pay though Nigga owed me a brick, that was three years ago Seen him in the club, nigga shot him in the throat Black amigo Scooter still rob 'migos And I still got a lot of shooters on the payroll Hold up Scooter I got shooters You got a shooters? Ayy, man, what? Get the door man, that's Fresh man, you don't see him on the camera? I need 'em bruh Yeah, let 'em in Ayy, open the door, nigga I need 50 of them pretty mids, this nigga at the store He waiting right now, Gucci, is it a go? I hope it is, 'cause if it is, my shooters, they on go Shooter on the Scooter, bring them bows He want them right now, he just came from way up the road Ten millimeter with 30 shots, make your fuckin' head explode I got a traphouse mansion with some hard wood floors Can't come in, I got burglar bar doors Trap going crazy, but I got it under control I just bust them open, fix 'em up and move them out the door Who this nigga in this Buick, man get Scooter on the phone I'm like a NBA coach, 'cause I keep shooters at my home All I know, I never seen his face in my life Street smart so I know this nigga ain't right Pull up at my spot, cut your car off, hit your lights 'Fore you hit the door, you get robbed on sight It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga, let's shoot it out