[Lyric] Shooters (EBK Young Joc)

[Intro]
(Fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat)

[Verse]
Real nigga, I can never joce (I can never joce)
Just me and Lil Sleaze, ain't nobody else to call (Just me and lil' bro)
Bitch, I'm hundred proof, I bet these other niggas fraud (I thought you knew)
This ain't nothin' little, what I'm clutchin' on is large (Ah-ah)
I just squeeze the trigger, it sound like round of applause (Brrt)
Hope you don't think we fightin', 'cause I'll blow you in the mall (Stupid)
And yeah, I might be small, but I'm the coldest of 'em all (Haha)
They congratulate a nigga, but rеally hopin' that I fall (What the fuck?)
This ain't Shaq or Curry, but on this court, bitch, we ball (Ayy)
So we took thе top, and nigga, no, don't you fall (Ayy)
We was on the block duckin' the cops, fuck the law (Ayy)
Roll on me, pole on me, hangin' out my drawers (Know I had it)
That is not my brother if he said he ain't involved (Not at all)
You's a cat, nigga, my mama raised nothin' but dogs
Don't get jacked, nigga, cuddy tryna come over here and floss (Bitch)
We done cracked niggas over they shit, even a boss (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Don't get whacked, nigga, fuck payin' a price, even a cost (Ah, ah)
Stop, hold on, wait (Hey, what the fuck?)
Poppa dance, watch me walk him down with this K (Ah, ah)
At Fleming's or Morton's, I'm eatin' shrimp and some steak (I'm eatin' good)
I was gon' fuck lil' bitty, but brodie told me she stank (Hah)
Don't need nobody, me, myself, and I, I hold my weight (I hold my weight)
But what about you niggas? Let me know (Ayy, let me know)
I heard y'all recruit niggas, but we don't (Boy, what fuck?)
Don't fuck with no new niggas, and that's on bro
And that's on bro
Don't fuck with no new niggas, and that's on bro
I heard y'all recruit niggas, but we don't