[Intro]
Man, what the fuck this n***a want?
Shit 4:30 in the morning
Calling a n***a this fucking early, this n***a crazy

[Verse 1]
Phone rang, it’s my n***a G tryna get some victims
Boss man, what’s happening with ya, n***a?
Let me clear the business
Yo I got it but not this instance
Yo boss, them boys slippin
Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
We ain’t talking if they come get us only statement
Where’s my lawyer?
You know Jason on the way, when the cold in [?]
Not talking man what’s important
Anybody can shoot
Y’all go for all that shit
But now them boys be with Boosie
We stomp you out like a movie Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s
Fuck with us boy you stupid
We clutch and we all go use it
Fuck with us y’all go lose it
We won street wars, n***a
So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
N***as who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars
Smash and go eat tilapia
Laugh at you over dinner
Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing when we in that rental
[Hook]
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter

[Verse 2]
I know a man myth
I know an old dawg
These n***as love me
They call me they big dawg
It don’t matter who you is n***a
We gon get the big dawg
Cut the head off the body fall like when Ivy died
Ride or die
Wait on that n***a since he on his fucking back
Gon saw that he [?] since he had a fucking problem
5 to the face, 6 to the body
You know you die Ruger Red still on my passenger side, n***a
[Hook]
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter
Lay by your house for you
Or set the bitch off for you
Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
I got the real shooter
That’s in jail for it
Ring a n***a bell for it
They’ll never say no
I got the real shooter

[Verse 3]
Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em)
You better run from it (you better run)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
(You better run from ‘em)
(You better run from ‘em)
We got that bond money
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They like their homework (they do their homework)
I got the real shooter
They like their homework (they do their homework)
They like their homework
I got the real shooter
We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
We known ridin’ on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
Raised round some sick n***as with some sick ways
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Raised round some sick n***as with some sick ways
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang