Shooters (feat. Lil Shawn)

Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' nigga Beef with us, get a gun, lil' nigga A pump fake? Just run, lil' nigga *PBG shit!* Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' nigga Beef with us, get a gun, lil' nigga A pump fake? Just run, lil' nigga *TFG bitch!* Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' nigga Beef with us, get a gun, lil' nigga A pump fake? Just run, lil' nigga Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' nigga Better run, lil' nigga! Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah! Bitch, we got a squad full of shooters We move with them AK's and rugers! We don't sneak diss on computers We just send lil' Kemo to do you! Lil' shot, don't fight, I just up pipes Damn stripe, make him go good night Took his bitch, now a nigga wanna' fight Give him sores like a hive Was acting tough worth losing your life? (Was it nigga?) Naw, I ain't think so I'm just looking for some brain like a scarecrow Big balls like a nigga on death row Treat his ass like some dope, he can get smoked If he holding on the work, he can get poked Fucking on the throat, make a lil' bitch choke And I hang with them Insanes, Cutthroat Bullets make his foot work like jump rope Hold up, we in a jam so get low Say they drillin', but they lying like a Leo Slick got Tec, and he want them on Out west, too turnt' in the veno And I heard niggas dissing on Pooh Bear That's the reason why we smoking on Keno! Gang, dawg! Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah! Might pop out from the T wit fo 'nem Might serve a couple keys to mo 'nem Don't hit the block without my Glock, I tote them I get the job, and catch a opp, I smoke him And that's it, ain't no nun' of that extra shit Unless it's a extra clip That's brand new Tec, I'm ready to test this bitch And I ain't gonna' but bet I stress some shit Cause bro taught me to shoot And then I taught folks how to shoot Nigga, you don't even know how to shoot I ain't saying I'm a pro when I shoot But that opps can't flex on my name, niggas know what I do Walk ups, and I ride up nigga Either way you gon' get fired up nigga Hatchbacks, hop out the back with the Mac 10 She like point him out, he like where that nigga at? Oh, don't nobody know shit now? Stop flexing you ain't gon' blow shit down! This fo 'nem got so much kick, when I let this bitch spit Even I'm gon' get down! A lot of hoes on my dick, I can pick now This Mac got a cooling kit, with a switch now Silencer, so my Glock sound like this now (shh!) Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *Bitch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah!