[Intro]
This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth
He say that he a killer, n***a, me too
Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues
I might go and put a fifty on a bitch n***a
I'm on the phone with Boulevard, free a real n***a
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven
I got n***as crashin' out to kill you, 9/11

[Pre-Chorus]
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some n***as tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some n***as tuck they tail and go to copping out

[Chorus]
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
[Verse 2]
My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger
Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers
He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures
When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich n***as
They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way
N***as sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake
I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Donway
I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday

[Pre-Chorus]
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some n***as tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some n***as tuck they tail and go to copping out

[Chorus]
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

[Outro]
This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah