| Don’t move nothin', statue |
| Shooter 'bout to go nuts, cashew |
| Need cash off the books, past due |
| Real cheese for the cooks, rat food |
| He got drums for that ass, get fucked |
| Get your face rearranged, Nip/Tuck |
| Do heavy in the streets, big truck |
| Get money, get money, that’s a stick up |
| Your wallet or your life, choose one |
| Come up off the lettuce, crouton |
| You been sleepin' on the shooters, futon |
| No donation on computers, move on |
| Clerk’s shittin' in his drawers, skid row |
| Thought shit was just a hood game, skip rope |
| Shooter read the face real quick, CliffsNotes |
| Kissed the shoe with the .45, mistletoe |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter |
| You don’t want it with a shooter |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter |
| Cause he got guns and the shit gon' bang |
| Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang |
| Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang |
| Motherfucker better run when this shit go |
| Hangin' off the rooftop, King Kong |
| Bullets serenade the streets, theme song |
| Ain’t takin' no hits, clean bong |
| Just need it in an outlet, three-prong |
| Tired of puttin' in work, weekend |
| Now we gettin' it shine, sequin |
| Silence on the gun barrel cause he’s sneakin' |
| Found a spot the pigs can’t get to him, vegan |
| Look at all the folk runnin', marathon |
| Like they ain’t got baggage, carry-ons |
| Killin' is the best medicine, diagnosis |
| Got death on his breath, halitosis |
| Choppin' people like they veggies, Top Chef |
| Like a game at a carnival, Wyclef |
| Think you’re playing? Just watch, Timex |
| Cameras roll cause he hot now, Pyrex |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter |
| You don’t want it with a shooter |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter |
| Cause he got guns and that shit gon' bang |
| Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang |
| Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang |
| Motherfucker better run when this shit go |
| Got a towel on his face, mophead |
| Gettin' money in the desert, hot bread |
| Wish he had a way home, bread crumbs |
| Drink himself into a coma, red rum |
| Solider’s eyes playin' tricks, sandwich |
| Need to get more info, bandwidth |
| Bunch of signs there to read, pamphlets |
| But that was not to be, Hamlet |
| Enemy jumped on his back, monkey |
| Wasn’t leavin' no scraps, junkie |
| He was wavin' his hands, krumping |
| Whole body like soup, dumplings |
| Wavin' AKs at him, step team |
| Finna blow his ass away, jet stream |
| Leave his brain in the sand, head trips |
| Caught his ass on demand, Netflix |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter |
| You don’t want it with a shooter |
| Shooter, shooter, shooter |
| Cause he got guns and that shit gon' bang |
| Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang |
| Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang |
| Motherfucker better run when this shit go |