| Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
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| Got, shooters, got shooters
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| Got 30 on me
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| Cause I don’t plan on losin'
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| In traffic wit it I’m ridin' round with my shooters
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| Cause a lot of these niggas that be round me they shootin'
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| Got shooters, got shooters
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| Got rugers, got rugers
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| Them Glocks
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| We do a drill
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| Then we slide
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| And we pop up on your block
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| I catch a opp
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| Then I swear Ima pop bitch fuckin' top
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| Ima pop bitch fuckin' top
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| And put em in a box
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| I’m Six 0 you know how I fuckin' rock
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| Middle fingers to the jakes
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| Can’t talk to the cops
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| Can’t talk to the cops
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| Can’t talk to the cops
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| Ima hit them all and spend a couple bands
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| And he don’t dance but that 50 make em dance
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| I’m glo, I step in the club
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| Everybody they glance
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| They on my dick
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| Askin' questions
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| Oh, these fuckin' fans
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| Can’t fuck with you and your homies
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| Bitch, we ain’t no friends
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| I got shooters on deck
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| They shootin' them TEC’s with mops
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| You ain’t from round here
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| Don’t come around my block
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| I got shooters on deck
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| From O to Six 0 to O’Block
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| My niggas too real |
| You know how we gon rock
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| Cdai got 22 shots
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| Right in that Glock
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| I’m ridin' round all day in traffic
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| Hittin' blocks
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| Swervin' them thots
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| Runnin' these hoes
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| Get too much top
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| I know these niggas don’t want no prob
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| Say they real
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| They fake to the sqaud
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| Sippin' this lean
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| Poppin' these broads
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| Ridin' that lane
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| I’m choppin' these cars
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| Smokin' on dope
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| Blow smoke at a opp
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| Smokin' on dope
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| Blow smoke at a opp
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| Top from a bitch
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| No love for a thot
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| Hop in the whip
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| Got one in top |