Shooter

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Walk up from my spot, sit down, have a seat I just been in five shootouts 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 [Bridge 1: Gucci Mane] Get yo' bitch-ass down, nigga, motherfuckin' move, nigga (Hood rich) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Brick strapped to your sister, I'm a 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 I'll Waka Flocka Flame a nigga, hit him with the yapa I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper (No) [Bridge 2: Young Scooter & Gucci Mane] Man, what the fuck going on, nigga? Who the fuck let this police-ass nigga in here? (I don't know) Fuck out the spot, nigga [Verse 3: Young Scooter] Snitchin'-ass niggas got caught with a brick (What?) Same day call my phone for a thirty-six I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick Fuck the police, that's why I rap about them bricks (Me too) [Verse 4: Gucci Mane] I ain't Diddy, nigga, but these bricks get remixed When the chopper start spitting, a nigga head gon' get split Nigga robbed me at the carwash, that was 1996 Ever since that day, them niggas ain't tried me since (Yup) [Bridge 3: Young Scooter & Gucci Mane] Goddamn, bruh Talkin' 'bout a nigga robbed you in '96 No, you geeked up, boy (He did) You still gotta pay, though (I know) [Verse 5: Young Scooter] Nigga owed me a brick, that was three years ago Seen him in the club, nigga, shot him in the throat (Baow!) Black amigo Scooter still rob 'migos And I still got a lot of shooters on the payroll [Bridge 4: Gucci Mane & Bankroll Fresh] I don't know, Scooter I got shooters, you got shooters Aye, man, what? Get the door, man That's Fresh, man, you don't see him on the camera? (I need 'em, bruh) Yeah, let him in (Aye, open the door, nigga) [Verse 6: Bankroll Fresh] I need fifty 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, nigga, my shooters, they on go Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, shooter on a scooter, bring them 'bows He want them right now, he just came from way up the road Ten millimeter with thirty shots, make your fuckin' head explode [Verse 7: Gucci Mane] I got a trap house 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 'em open, fix 'em up, and move 'em 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 [Verse 8: Young Scooter] 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 Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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