I’m Finna Shoot You (Remix)

[Intro]
(Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat)
(Oh, man, okay, alright, uhm)
Rah, rah, boom-boom, boom
Look at him, he runnin', he pussy
Nigga high as a bitch, no cap, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas die every day, you know what I'm sayin'?
(RaeSam on the beat)
We slidin' on opps
And niggas scared, niggas pussy
You know what I'm sayin'? (Pussy, yuh, rookie)

[Verse 1: Cyraq]
He chicken like soup, niggas know what I do
If the opps pull up, then you know what to do
Glock with a dick and that nigga swoop
So it bust in his face every time that I shoot
Glock on my hip make him dip like tenders in ketchup
Boy tried to walk with his chest up
Gave him eight shots and they told him to rest up
If you in the car with my ho, it's a set up

[Chorus: Cyraq]
Damn, you ugly, I'm finna shoot you
These bullets connect like Bluetooth
Glock 26 give him face like oovoo
Heard a nigga said, what, he gon' shoot who?
I know I'm janky, you thought I was cool
It's only the shooters allowed in this room
So many sticks, I don't know what to choose
I feel like Go Yayo, 'cause I got the boom

[Verse 2: Cyraq]
I'ma get rich and still shoot niggas
No, we ain't nothin' like you industry niggas
R.I.P, bullets get into you niggas
You reach for my chain that's the end of you nigga
This ain't nothin' new, I been fuckin' hoes
We pull out that bag and we uppin' the poles
Look at the score, niggas know how I go
We like poppin' niggas, it never get old
Reach for my gun, you gotta be bold
Let me see yo' gun and I'm keepin' that ho
Reach for it back, you gon' bleed in this ho
Martin Luther King gon' dream in this ho
Fuck all the scopes, we got beams in this ho
We play with the sticks smokin' weed in this hoes
She eat me up with no teeth in this ho
And she gotta get out, she can't sleep in this ho
Nigga act dumb if he skip on my blunt
I'ma shoot that ho up and run in with a pump
Fruity-ass nigga, you finna get punched
You know I be steppin', you finna get stumped
Catch, he be dissin', we doin' him dirty
Slide on Thanksgiving, turn him to a turkey
Red bandana, it's wrapped on the thirty
I just want the top, quit sayin', "Don't hurt me", yeah
I might go cop me a bitch
Like a while back, I shot me a bitch
Boy, you a opp and a cop and a bitch
You run in this spot and get shot in this bitch
He thought he was on it, 'cause he kinda buff
Eric start shoot, you not so tough
Me and KD, we gon' pop out the cut
You know how I get if he say that it's up

[Verse 3: Lil Loaded]
Brodie, you thinkin' it's sweet, 'cause I be in the 'Ville
Askin' 'bout me, I been in the field
I was fifteen when it started gettin' real
Caught me a face on my first drill
Shoot with two hands, they know I got skill
Shot in the clip, two opps got spilled
Got shot in the hand, I ain't like how I feel
Chop off the gate, now my shit seal
I'm ready for combat, war
Call up, let Cyraq score
Hundred shots, we got more
Hole in his face, uh, sore
Link two killers, it's finna get bad
Another opp die, I could just laugh
We all in the party, well, I'm finna spazz
I'm finna crash, shootin' the crowd

[Chorus: Cyraq]
Damn, you ugly, I'm finna shoot you
These bullets connect like Bluetooth
Glock 26 give him face like oovoo
Heard a nigga said, what, he gon' shoot who?
I know I'm janky, you thought I was cool
It's only the shooters allowed in this room
So many sticks, I don't know what to choose
I feel like Go Yayo, 'cause I got the boom