Shooters

[Verse 1] I ain't no killer but don't push me I ain't playing bout paper I ain't worried or guaranteed that them young niggas gon' spray ya Ain't no ways to limit, they seen junior high, but he with it But he faithfully let the chopper fly, he commit it I say young nigga just get it Young nigga just get it Its hard for me to tell em don't do it when they know I did it Extended clip 32 rounds I got 28 in it Nigga don't make me pop the trunk ya know the AK stay in it Tattoos and war wounds, wife beater with a big heater I know kingpins lost their life over some dick eater Pull up in this 2 seater I don't fuck with you either I pour up this 2 liter Pull in yo hood and shoot people I know its gon' pop off, you may throw up gang signs We don't even practice, we just show up for gang time [Hook x4] Is all your niggas shooters All my niggas shooters Is all yo bitches shooters All my bitches shooters [Verse 2] Pour 40 on my bitch waist She just got a gun like she was born and raised in the projects, but this bitch say she done a fight They beefing in the club Beefing in the club Patting out the do', you gotta sneak it in the club You looking for bullets and bricks, bitches weed and money Might shoot off to the grizzly gang on any given Sunday Granddaddy don't arrest me, I can see him coming Messy bitch with me on twitter, she keep tweeting we running Camouflage cargo shorts, pair of Jordan's I'm thugging I got racks in every pocket and you ain't taking nothing I'm surrounded with silent soldiers, they shoot over petty shit Before you reach and make a move you already hit [Hook]