No Shooters

Fuck that, we finna spin again, and light his ass up
Cutta on my waist and that bitch is close by my gut
From my hood to your hood, them bitches want my kids
Keep a rubber on my dick, you ain't finna have my jhit
I flash out, it gets dangerous in this bitch, so you better keep a stick
Shooters aiming for your head and they might kill your bitch
Pussy dude talking shit about some shit that he ain't did
Say he catching bodies, he ain't never toat no stick
Illegal weapons, all my shooters are some felons
When we pull up on you, we gon' teach your ass some lessons
Dirty pistol, body bag, what you know about that
One phone call, I can get your ass whacked
They talking shit through the gram, but the person think it's sweet
They say they want some fucking smoke, till we kill they team
When I catch that dude Draco, I'ma empty the clip
Another dead bitch, cause he tryna be in the streets
Them dudes pussy and they ratting, better stay away from me
Get your funds up, because all that talking is cheap
They tryna claim that they G's, but they not certified
You try to step to G6 and Guarantee, you dying

Reese ran up on him, shot his ass dead on his couch
Now he in the pen, he ain't never getting out
That pussy dude, he won't ever run his mouth again
And Free Josh, they got him in the pen doing 10
We squeezing triggers, busting K's, yeah they know what we bout
Since he talking out his neck, we put this gun in his mouth
Shooters in every state, bitch we running the South
If I drop a bag on your head, you won't make it out