LYRIC
Ok, shoot a nigga in dick, kill a nigga and his bitch. (Ricky!)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a nigga in his dick
Shoot a nigga and his bitch
Then shoot his motherfuckin' kids
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a nigga in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
I bet ya, I bet ya, I bet ya never met a bih, that be talking all that shit
But be backing up that lip, on this dick and with a clip
Henny bound we don't sip
When he round watch your shit
I mean squad got hands and shit
But we want your bands and shit
We be posted in my circle
Boy don't try us like no Urkel (cha, cha, cha)
My gun will twerk you
Boy I fucked up when I lurked you
Now I'm aiming at the dick
Boy I'm aiming at your bitch
And I might not shoot your kids
Get my belt and whoop your kids, Yeah
Talk my shit, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my shit 'cuz nigga
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a nigga in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
[Verse 2: Ethereal]
Where your shooters lil nigga?
Who your fooling lil nigga?
You ain't scaring me with that BB gun
That lil shit we shoot that for fun
And my clip long like the Silversun
Don't make us ruin all your summer fun
Awful reckless, nigga check our records
'Cuz he our here talking hella reckless
I don't want you little plastic niggas
But the plastic cards you can give me that
And the blue faces, nigga give me that
And I got your girl, want a hundred stacks nigga
Talk my shit, like
Where your shooters at? (x3)
I can talk my shit 'cuz nigga
Don't see your shooters yeah
Where your shooters at? (x2)
Talkin' all that shit
Shoot a nigga in his dick
Then kill his motherfuckin' kids
Then I kill his motherfuckin' bitch
Yeah, Where your shooters at? (x4)
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