[Intro]
"Fuck you lookin at nigga?"
"Im still tryina find out, nig-ga"
"Hold on, Hold on, oh we got a problem here?"
"We got uh problem here?"
"We got a problem nigga?"
"Can we have one night where they're ain't no fightin, nobody gets shot?"
"Shutup bitch"
"Bitch you-"
[Chorus: Phaneeq]
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, nigga thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
[Verse 1: Phaneeq]
When you finish this the shootbox, nigga thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Gang gang, creepin on yo lane lane, If you niggas survive, promise he won't walk the same boy, now he got them perky's in it, you should say thanks boy, me and my bitch don't go to eat we hit the range boy
With uh opp thot, gettin opp top, make sure I fuck her good so she can give her opp drop, put my rock in her box like im playin hop scotch, in the kitchen two pops, came back butter scotch
But this dick gon' make her give up the drop, she want it, seen me from a mile away I promise that im on it, I was up all night, trippin to you yawnin, if you was wonderin' why it seems like a slow mornin' (lets get it)
I was up here (?) finessin, tryina catch it, (?) you know I tax it, how to feel a lil like me, a sneaky blessin, nigga you ain't lookin' for me, stop flexin'
[Chorus: Phaneeq & King Von]
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, nigga thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it (Von)
[Verse 2: King Von]
Pussy owe me money I ain't finna stress
Sick my dawg on him, told my nigga fetch
He ain't never play sports but my nigga catch
And he ain't got no type of manners, leavin' niggas messy (Boom, Boom!)
I don't want the top unless the shit messy
She say she was hungry, took the bitch to [?]
Think that nigga sneak-dissin but he ain't @ me
Here go 25 thousand, kill his whole family
I be simpin' clean but my hair nappy
She be sneakin' out 'cause she ain't happy
I just got a beam this bitch too happy
Hit a nigga in the chest, he did two backflips
I be moving fast 'cause I'm rollin'
If he ain't gonna shoot, why he told then?
When I was locked up she ain't know me
So when I got out I fucked her homie
Yea 8 piece got the gwalah in the rollie, yeah yeah
Hellcat, Trackhawk, and it's stolen
.45, XD I keep it on me, If a nigga run up on me Imma have to put it on him (boom!)
(Chorus)
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, nigga thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, nigga lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
