(DJ talking)
You see my n***as, we ride together
Die together, all my shooters
My n***as, my A-1 day one's
That's how hard we go

Hook
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat

NHB Lloyd verse:
Late nights, popping down smoking gasoline
Evil thoughts going through my mind, this is not a dream
You say you with the shits, I'm gangster n***a come and see me
Mini micro that's a Draco, we don't do no missing

Take a ride in the 20's show you how I'm living
Take a ride, where they envy, we got ammunition
If a n***a try to play me then it's up there with me
If a n***a try to kill me, he's coming down there with me

607 verse:
Got to be a shooter we ain't feeding no bystanders
When it pop off, I'm gonna slap my n***a if he pull out a camera
Get you knocked off, fucking with them social media warriors
Hoe in real life, but thugging in his instagram stories

Got to be a shooter, ain't gone pop shit n***a who us?
Hot drinks at the family reunion
AK wit the clips in the cooler
Improvise on the fly I'm a fool (ah)
Do a drive-by shooting out the uber
Put the fire up on his head like a hookah
Got to be a shooter
Fuck with me you hear the blue!

Hook
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat

Phatte400 verse:
Lay a n***a down when he thought the shit was sweet
I gotta stay cautious when these feds doing these sweeps
I gotta stay cautious 'cause it's n***as envying me
I'm a Cheatham Park n***a and you n***as know how it be

Phatte400 and I'm coming straight out the east
A n***a stole from me, then a n***a will never eat
You playing with your life when you feel like taking from me
When I catch up with you, bitch you know I'm aiming at your teeth

Don400 verse:
Shots fired, man down, he don't survive
In the cut, smoking good with evil thoughts up on my mind
Saying swerve on a n***a, go for the scrilla and his life
He done fucked with the wrong one, applying pressure
Gone bust pipes
These n***as, scared of the beef
And don't want to go to war with me
I don't blame you, we got change from your
Head down to your feet
Stay out the way
'Cause you know a young n***a out chasing his cheese
You play with me;
And I'm gonna let all my dogs up off the leash

Hook
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat

Itsjusbobby verse:
We don't really talk that much, they already knowing
Even if you floss that slut; she already going
Even if it costs that much; we ain't gotta show it
Moving in forward motion, n***a we rollercoasting

These n***as hate forever, ain't trying to change that
I let 'em do what they do, until we aim back
I do the game a favor, I bless it with my presence
Go and be all you can be, while my n***as finessing

Ain't gotta feel me or deal with me, we still there
Don't need nobody permission, n***a we everywhere
Trying to locate my competition but they still missing
Hate if you want; but my n***as riding until the ending

Hook
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat
A n***a try to kill me he gon' die with me
We creeping down your street with them big 223's
You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me
Everybody gotta pop something
You don't shoot- you don't eat