Yeah
Yeah
Yung Dza
Shooter

Look, look
Still don't give no fucks, (?) chambered the clip
Heard the feds lookin' for me, got my name on the list
Ain't no duckin', I ain't dodgin', man, I'm still in this bitch
Got a problem? Holler at me, I'll handle this shit
Do the most, turn them n***as ghosts, we know n***as hoes
Ain't no (?) out my patrol
Fully loaded, extra ammunition, you know what we on
Call your wife, tell your fuckin' kids you ain't gon' make it home

Bitch, I'm Shooter, type of n***a do a drive-by on a Uber
Spin that Benz, tell 'em come again, don't act like I won't do it
Let 'em go, let them bitches fly, dare a n***a try
If I was you I wouldn't get involved if you ain't tryna die
It go from zero to a hundred, n***a, real quick
Shut your fuckin' mouth if you ain't bout that real shit
It ain't no talkin' where I'm from them n***as kill shit
(?) deal with
Shit, I go stupid with this Ruger, even worse with this stock
N***a talk so fuckin' much, I swear they work for the cops
Ol' Tekashi ass n***as, sloppy ass n***as, swear they shooters but ain't never caught a body ass n***a

You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)
You ain't bout that life (naw)