(Intro)
Flocka, BSM
Three letters you know, you know, ni**a
Squad
(Chorus)
Shooting, I’m shooting, shooting, shooting at you ni**as
I’m shooting, I’m shooting, shooting shooting at you ni**as
Shooting, I’m shooting, shooting, shooting at you ni**as
I’m shooting, I’m shooting, shooting shooting at you ni**as
Ain’t no motherf**king fighting, bi**h I’m shooting at these ni**as
Ain’t no motherf**king talking, bi**h I’m shooting at these ni**as
Shooting, I’m shooting, shooting, shooting these ni**as
I’m shooting, I’m shooting, shooting shooting at these ni**as
(Verse 1)
Ain’t no motherf**king fighting, bi**h I’m shooting at these ni**as
Twenty minutes pass, still shooting at these ni**as
Bricksquad Monopoly bring the groupie out of ni**as
Shooting at you bi**hes
Shooting I’m too rich to fight
Ni**as shooting, my whole clique, they shooting
My bi**h get right, she shooting
Ni**a f**k your life
Ball ni**a presidential style broad day like
On sight ni**a if you beefing with me
You the type go home and send a tweet
That ain’t G, that ain’t me
Shooting catch you slipping one day, you gon see
Chopper get to spitting, now it knock him off his feet
Creep through your window, catch a ni**a while he sleep
I ain’t talking Freddy Krueger when I say Elm Street
I’m back part 2, Flockavelli, I’m my own goon
I don’t play bout me, I care bout me
Ni**a talk bout me, I spray at him like, Shooting
Real killers don’t talk
Make a point blank range right between his eyes like
Real killers don’t talk
Make a point blank range right between his eyes like
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Ain’t no motherf**king hiding when I’m coming for you ni**a
Like I…at you ni**a
One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot
Keep a pistol with me like a nerd to a laptop
Door kicked down, had em running in your crack spot
Dope house, weed block
Money in the walls so I’m knocking down your sheetrock
I was back when Dre dropped Detox
I got shooters out in Memphis
I was raised by the old ni**as, keep quiet, mind your business
I’m a menance like
I got shooters in Nebraska, blast ya
I got shooters in South Carolina that’ll blast ya
Answer
Squeeze on a rich ni**a hammer
Real ni**a last time I remember
Let’s see what you remember
Real killers don’t talk
Make a point blank range right between his eyes like
Real killers don’t talk
Make a point blank range right between his eyes like
(Repeat Chorus)
