[Intro: Sheff G]
(Kayman made this one)
(Mi-Mi-Mika gave you this one)
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang, shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
Shooter gang, my gang
M8V3N, M8V3N, that's M8V3N gang
M8V3N gang, shooter gang
Look, look

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Trap out the Puma or Fila
Who gon' do what? N***a, he lied
I don't know much about these guys
I've been plannin' on drillin' since knee-high
Trappin', I smell like a zoo
Animal crew, used to at grandma house too
Plottin', I'm blockin' they views
They see my moves
They think I'm doin' voodoo
Like, got the rush, grip the clutch, goin' insane
Where any n***as see me
N***as bluff, they ain't tough, they Usain Bolt-in'
I almost hit it like a dolphin
N***as never wanna see young n***a just shine, just shine, live life in abundance
So I only wanna hear who shot, who knocked, who dead
How stories deduct him
And I'm stuck in my ways
Like who did what, that ain't get touched, they all got stretched on pavements
Run up, get brrrt, shooters get brrrt
Street n***as, no ones safe
N***as be drillin' to get this shit
Chat about shootin' on accident
I stay with it like Ratchet and Clank
Like, like, like, like who got touched after that
Shooter gang
Irritate shooters they go out pollutin' the streets, we move it gang
On the block in the city
Where the n***as get gut like a piggy
Look, on the blocks, in the bush
Where the n***as get shot for the kush
Plenty, I don't trust many, men, done— at many men
Billy done— at many men
They run like ginger men
Spread the bread, share the cash, saucin’ in class
Puma fit for the fashion
Remember days speedin' in stolley's crashin'
Free the guys shit was classic
Sick of me, sick of me me bitch
I know they sick of me but can't get rid of me bitch
Chase him get beat off the strip, pray that he trip
Trip him, we turn him to spliffs
Bustin' them shots, duck it fast, movin' off gas
Remember, I could've got blast
Ambulance speed up the miles on the dash
Shovel and pick up they ass
Front on me, no one
I get the drop then we scorin', we pourin'
Stretch out the block, we gon' floor 'em
Hop in the V, load and repeat
You think that you scorin', don’t make a move
We could make you important like daily news
That .40 robotic, be makin' tunes
But that clip got more bass than a Metro Boom
Still them n***as turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I beef with a enemy if they turn reporters what you brand 'em? Look
How could I—,at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I shoot at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
Never will I understand 'em, damn them
[Verse 2: Taze]
Should've rid when you got that drop (Mhm)
I'm done with these opps
Block that bitch, I'm done with these thots
Cut my hair, I'm done with these knots
Skid up, grab man (mhm)
My old bitch love mad man
My new ting love rollin' with lab man (Love it)
Budum, budum boom, jeet and bam-bam (Budum, budum boom, yes, uh, uh)
Jet and babies
Love see them man, I go brazy
Chase him then go chat to his lady
Yo, bedroom bully, gyal rate me, slate me
Would've thought the bitch did hate me (Uh)
Saw them man there try drop it (Baow)
Man mash work, that ain't no gossip (No gossip)
Sweet one, see it and lock it, brown skin, coolie, gyallie too tropic, drop it
Yo, take a seat on my engine, engine
Arch your back, let it bend in, bend in
Look I should've got a sentence, sentence
Praise the Lord for repentance
Violate, I'm steppin' in vengeance
Bare backed while I should've used protection (Shit)
Should've used contraception
You can't have my kid, did I mention (Bitch)
Run with your shank, brilliant drippin' (Uah)
Missed him, but I got his siblin'
Long one drippin', drippin', drippin' (Whoosh)
Left his brodie there kippin', MB livin', head get fillin'
Bitch just twerk and stop bitchin' (Mhm)
Told him listen, he didn't listen
Now I gotta get scarf for the mittens (Baow, baow, baow)