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