[Verse 1: Guttaville Dough]
I got shooters, pair of troopers, walking time bombs
N***as crazy like the rackets with them side arms
Choppa-choppa man down
French Montana me a n***a choppa-choppa down
Pop a [?] floating off, now I'm on a role
20 n***as with me, young, and they trained to go
All we know is get it, ride around with straight up hittas
Extended clippers, this the city, better bring that business
N***as know the Guttaville keep a gang of shooters
And we ain't wifing no ho, I'mma let the team do her
A-A-All my n***as know is money, M.O.B. or nothing
We the hardest in the city, n***a stop the stunting

[Hook: Guttaville Dough x2]
I got shooters for your shooters, where your shooters at?
I got killaz on my team, where your killaz at?
A lot of faking going on, and we ain't feeling that
A hundred rounds in the 'K, where your hitters at?

[Verse 2: Bo Deal]
I got killaz with me, real n***as with me
Many Mac 11, clip filled up, give 'em 50
I ain't never back down and never ran, n***a
Being real is something a ho can't understand, n***a
I ain't playing, n***a, chopper in my hand, n***a
And n***a ass out, you know i brought the fan, n***a
This is my city, pay a n***a homage, or you better start dumping when you see me coming
Or you better start running when you see me coming
'Cuz I'mma hit your ass up and leave your body numb
Yeah, it's real in the field, better get your gat 'cuz I got real shooters with me, where your shooters at?
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil JoJo]
I-I-I'm a lil' n***a and I'm TTG
My name ring bells and I ain't even 6 feet
Never catch me lacking, boy i keep the heat
Mike Miller me a n***a, leave 'em in the streets
If you ain't with the shits n***a beat you feet
40 got them running like a track meat
Everywhere I go hoes like me
No flexing, that shit excites me
So many guns man the police might indict me
Oh that's your main bitch? She tryna wife me
N***a snitch 30 holes in his white T
I-I-I-I'm up next, that's why they don't like me

[Hook]