[Intro]
Yeah
I got a guns
I got a gun in my left pocket
Goes like this, yeah

[Verse 1: Heath McNease]
(Clears throat)
Lock, stock, smokin' barrels
I got a Glock cocked, trumps two broken arrows
She musta got got much too close to arrows
Because she wanna French Open like Roland Garros
I'm on my Pete Sampras, Rafa Nadal
She on that peak stamina Lauren Bacall
I tried to tweet at her, she already called
Promise I'mma speak at her when all this resolved
You on that Buffalo-Wild-Wing-Hooters type
I'm on that subservient-librarian-cuter type
Marian, Music Man Harold Hill
Carrying a suitcase full of double barrels call me Errol Flynn
Tell me where and when
Selling me I swear I'm in
Let's keep it simple, y'all were sisters, but you barely twins
Im-pr-ess I tried to im-pr-ess your parents' friends
The ones with incandescent chandeliers or Ferris wheels
It's game over, I'm flame throwin'
I do the sausage king, Abe Froman
Too many glazed donuts livin' up in Dagobah
It break your spirit just to gaze up in his face, don't it?
[Hook]
My hands up
My hands up
They want me with my hands up
It's that shooter, shooter, shooter
My hands up
My hands up
They want me with my hands up
It's that shooter

[Verse 2: both]

[Heath McNease]
(Yeah, let's finish it like this, yeah)
So many doubt cause I come from the south
But when I open up my mouth (what happens?)
Bullets come out (K-O!)
Die homie die, hope you bleed a quart (yeah!)
I'll let you see the Schwartz, if you pay the fee, of course

[Isaac Knox]
Man, if I bleed a court I mean the floor to see a sport
Cause that arena door's the kingdom for this conquistador
Get the MVP award, I'm the one they screaming for
'til what they speak is more freaking hoarse than a speeding Porsche
Horse power? Or our game of H.O.R.S.E. that takes four hours
Our form showers rains and pours
When we score now, outdoors actual storm clouds form
'til one of us go cold from the line, be more Howard but
I can work for frees, so can Shuttlesworth McNease
And got love for this game like a dame, it's Larry birds and bees
But after Shaq O'Neal, T-Mac and Grant [old?] Hill, (who?)
The magic's been missing here in Orlando still
You got problems with your jumper? We feel bad for you son
I got 98 problems but can actually dunk
You got Isaac Knox down by 3
Isaac Knox down to three
Shooting guard in the Garden be regarding how you guarding me
[Hook]

[Outro]
All these chickens and
All these chickens and, ain't no women around
All these chickens and
All these chickens and, ain't no women around
Walked inside the door, tell me what did I see?
Sixteen Asian girls, steady fightin' for me
Is this just a dream or is it just that I'm blessed?
Oh, shooter