Shooters-Young Pappy

Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' ni**a Beef with us, get a gun, lil' ni**a A pump fake? Just run, lil' ni**a *PBG sh*t!* Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' ni**a Beef with us, get a gun, lil' ni**a A pump fake? Just run, lil' ni**a *TFG b**ch!* Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' ni**a Beef with us, get a gun, lil' ni**a A pump fake? Just run, lil' ni**a Hundred rounds in them drums, lil' ni**a Better run, lil' ni**a! Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah! B**ch, we got a squad full of shooters We move with them AK's and rugers! We don't sneak diss on computers We just send lil' Kemo to do you! Lil' shot, don't fight, I just up pipes Damn stripe, make him go good night Took his b**ch, now a ni**a wanna' fight Give him sores like a hive Was acting tough worth losing your life? (Was it ni**a?) Naw, I ain't think so I'm just looking for some brain like a scarecrow Big balls like a ni**a on death row Treat his a** like some d**e, he can get smoked If he holding on the work, he can get poked F**king on the throat, make a lil' b**ch choke And I hang with them Insanes, Cutthroat Bullets make his foot work like jump rope Hold up, we in a jam so get low Say they drillin', but they lying like a Leo Slick got Tec, and he want them on Out west, too turnt' in the veno And I heard niggas dissing on Pooh Bear That's the reason why we smoking on Keno! Gang, dawg! Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah! Might pop out from the T wit fo 'nem Might serve a couple keys to mo 'nem Don't hit the block without my Glock, I tote them I get the job, and catch a opp, I smoke him And that's it, ain't no nun' of that extra sh*t Unless it's a extra clip That's brand new Tec, I'm ready to test this b**ch And I ain't gonna' but bet I stress some sh*t Cause bro taught me to shoot And then I taught folks how to shoot Ni**a, you don't even know how to shoot I ain't saying I'm a pro when I shoot But that opps can't flex on my name, niggas know what I do Walk ups, and I ride up ni**a Either way you gon' get fired up ni**a Hatchbacks, hop out the back with the Mac 10 She like point him out, he like where that ni**a at? Oh, don't nobody know sh*t now? Stop flexing you ain't gon' blow sh*t down! This fo 'nem got so much kick, when I let this b**ch spit Even I'm gon' get down! A lot of hoes on my dick, I can pick now This Mac got a cooling kit, with a switch now Silencer, so my Glock sound like this now (shh!) Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters on my squad *B**ch, I got a squad full of shooters* Got a whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots! *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* *Whole lot of shooters, whole lot of shots!* Gun lock, gun lock, gun lock, glaaah!