[Intro]
"Fuck you lookin at n***a?"
"Im still tryina find out, nig-ga"
"Hold on, Hold on, oh we got a problem here?"
"We got uh problem here?"
"We got a problem n***a?"
"Can we have one night where they're ain't no fightin, nobody gets shot?"
"Shutup bitch"
"Bitch you-"

[Chorus: Phaneeq]
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, n***a thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it

[Verse 1: Phaneeq]
When you finish this the shootbox, n***a thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Gang gang, creepin on yo lane lane, If you n***as survive, promise he won't walk the same boy, now he got them perky's in it, you should say thanks boy, me and my bitch don't go to eat we hit the range boy
With uh opp thot, gettin opp top, make sure I fuck her good so she can give her opp drop, put my rock in her box like im playin hop scotch, in the kitchen two pops, came back butter scotch
But this dick gon' make her give up the drop, she want it, seen me from a mile away I promise that im on it, I was up all night, trippin to you yawnin, if you was wonderin' why it seems like a slow mornin' (lets get it)
I was up here (?) finessin, tryina catch it, (?) you know I tax it, how to feel a lil like me, a sneaky blessin, n***a you ain't lookin' for me, stop flexin'

[Chorus: Phaneeq & King Von]
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, n***a thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it (Von)
[Verse 2: King Von]
Pussy owe me money I ain't finna stress, sick my dawg on him, told my n***a fetch, he ain't never played sports but my n***a catch, and he ain't got no typa manners, leave uh n***as mess (boom!), (?)
She say she was hungry (?), think that n***a sneak-dissin but he ain't @ me, he go 25 thousand kill his whole family, I be simpin clean but my hair nappy, she be sneakin out cuz she ain't happy, I just got a beam this bitch too happy, hit uh n***a in the chest he did two backflips
I be moving fast cuz im rollin', If he ain't gunna shoot, why he told then? When I was locked up she ain't know me, so when I got out I fucked her homie, yhea 8 peice got the gwalah in the rollie, yhea yhea, hail cat (?) in the stollie, 4,5, XD I keep it on me, If a n***a run up on me imma have to pull it on him (boom!)

(Chorus)
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it
When you finish this the shootbox, n***a thats chicken, when you drop the prices on the work thats how you know you gett'in it
Imma shooter, head shooter, n***a lets get it, me and bro wit the same body, told him lets split it