[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
Ayy
Don't be all up in my ear with that shit oh would
Baby buttermilk and she remind me of Meagan Good
I'ma fire on 'em just because the homie fella would
Boy we in the county ain't not spraying with the pecker-woods
Clean set, tryna bite his flesh like I'm DMX
Callin' me insane because I smile when I hear the TEC
Ain't no mean eyes, all that starin' you gon' witness death
Put it on the set, he gon' cry when I give him that
I ain't hear nun' but gun smoke
He froze like his gun broke (Gun broke)
D-ray give me hope, let him burn like a co-coke
Murder all he wrote, flip his load off a no joke
I was jus' playing, shut yo bitch ass up bro (Bitch)
Really in my prime so I'm down if you ready
We throw a party on yo block 'cause every shell is confetti
If you need it, I could give it when I'm rocking with heavy
The Sig Sauer got a stock
But it'd rumble a Chevy ha (Boom-boom)

[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
We got Glocks Tec road trips movin' hella weed (Hella weed)
23 you gon' talk it out my jeans n***a (Talk it out my jeans)
Left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (Buah-Bah)
Call me Kony with this choppa how I let it blow (Bow-Brrrr)
He was frozen with his stick but he ain't let it snow
I ain't into babysitting I just let her ho
Catch 'em picking up some weed
Smoke him at the store look
[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
Dog talkin' loud as fuck but his pockets quiet (Shhhhhh)
If I can touch it's going down like a 92 ride
Runnin' with guns on yo block when demons be slidin'
N***as be laid up with bitches
Scared as fuck, hidin'
If I can't get to you yo mamma and yo kids dyin'
Said what I said
Bitch get on me if you really 'bout it (Get yo ass out)
I ain't no gangsta I'm a pimp baby I own a 4 (Factual)
I 'on sell drugs, break windows, and swipe at the store (Never)
Call me Cupid dog with this choppa how I let it blow
Nobody fuck with them lame ass raps, let it go
Out here rockin' like I'm tryna put Max to sleep (Yes I am)
Slapped the honor, got us kicked out
They mad at me (That's what I do)
If I was high he was gon' die
Chris Mullin for three
Cristiano, Jet Li, Janikowski
Kick that Chinese K off if you keep talkin' 'bout me
Make sure that ho kissin' your lips
Check all my chips

[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
We got Glocks Tec road trips movin' hella weed (Hella weed)
23 you gon' talk it out my jeans n***a (Talk it out my jeans)
Left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (Buah-Bah)
Call me Kony with this choppa how I let it blow (Bow-Brrrr)
He was frozen with his stick but he ain't let it snow
I ain't into babysitting I just let her ho
Catch 'em picking up some weed
Smoke him at the store look
[Verse 3: 22nd Jim]
High as hell, poured a six I'm sleep walkin'
You gon' do what to who? Don't get me started (Nerd)
I'm always on tip, I'm sure that you know me
I got shooters down in Sac like ShooterGang Kony (SSG)
Shoot a n***a from a distance, out of pocket vision
When you do it, do it right all it takes is precision
You a gangster or a bitch? N***a make a decision
Knock a n***a off the gate first trial offenses
Run up like you stupid, I'm cancelling Christmas
My brotha' could've beat it but left a few witness (Fuck)
I 'on wan' talk to bitches unless if it's business
Glock 23 is mean, it damage the tissue
Broke a lot of hearts tryna find mine (Fucked out)
Thotty stepped on me it was a land mine (Boom)
Two bad bitches at the same time (Did it)
I can't speak for no n***a but I blam mine (Jim n***a)

[Chorus: ShooterGang Kony]
Couple hitters in the field tell me what you read
We got Glocks Tec road trips movin' hella weed (Hella weed)
23 you gon' talk it out my jeans n***a (Talk it out my jeans)
Left the stock clip and hit his whole team with it (Buah-Bah)
Call me Kony with this choppa how I let it blow (Bow-Brrrr)
He was frozen with his stick but he ain't let it snow
I ain't into babysitting I just let her ho
Catch 'em picking up some weed
Smoke him at the store look