Shoota Gang

[Intro: ?] RSMP gon' [?] for sure, damn ya Bar on, back up, run with me Real shottas never die We bombaclat multiply [?], I wanna feel eternity And then more Or I feel like Moneybagg Yo They confess, then leave them silent Boom, boom, boom [Chorus: 28AV] Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang Bitch we on the shoota gun, bitch we on the shoota gang I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack [Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo] Walk box on the way I call it catching the case (case) In the coupe, big five we were matching the ace (drank) Make a rich nigga mad, it’s gon’ rain today (storm) Play with me I did the bank, there’s gon’ be nobody safe (c’mon dog) See him outside, ain't no conversation, shoot at him Live or change life, only murders, we gon’ do it to him (sheisty) Shoot a snitches pockets off him, young niggas deluded (gimme dat) Had two guns on him, didn’t know what to do with ‘em (ricky) Water in the swimming pool, baby on fleek (splash) Talking like he hot, opps, get him, go easy (go) Niggas think they sticking to the situation breezy (sleezy) Hitters ain't got nothing to lose, they looking for a reason (gang) [Chorus: 28AV] Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang Bitch we on the shoota gun, bitch we on the shoota gang I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: 28AV] Got red beams on my glizzy bitch, roadkill (pew, pew) High beams on my bust down, rich mil (skrt) See through drum roll, ten down, quick drill (pow, pow, pow) Lost bro in the field, die before I [?] Slither through my hub, got a pink landscape Throw them racks high G (I ain't talking landscape) Blow your whole block down, brodi on a rampage Getting patched up for a rack, that's a bandaid, yeah Ayy shoota gang, shoota gang Cuban full of water, thats my motherfucking scuba chain Lost the real ones in the box, but a few remain We gon’ go ham in they honor, on my mama, go insane Fucking with it, yeah I’m fucking with it Hunnid on each one in this clique how I’m coming with it They don't get here before I do, then I’m dumping with it Put that on drako world, bitch chuck district [Chorus: 28AV] Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang Bitch we on the shoota gun, bitch we on the shoota gang I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack