Real Shooters

[Intro: Fluhkunxhkos]
Mob

[Verse 1: Fluhkunxhkos]
Everybody around here got a gun (You know that)
All my youngins shoot for fun (For real)
Smack that bitch like I'm [?] (Gang)
Make that hoe top me up and then I nut all on her gums (Ha)
I'm still posted in the slums (Bitch)
You fuck niggas still ain't on nothin' (For real)
You pussy niggas ain't ready for war (At all)
Y'all lil niggas ain't got enough guns (Mob)

[Verse 2: BeezyB]
Broke ass niggas ain't got no funds (No funds)
I'm still posted with the [?] (Gang)
I'm still posted with the stick (Stick)
If you snitch you getting lit
Hkunxhkos got a half a brick (Hkunxhkos)
All my cars got body kicks (Skrrt)
[?] made 'em flip (Flip)
In the trap selling [?] ([?])
Gas bags they just hit (Gang)
All my shooters high risk (Risk)

[Verse 3: Fluhkunxhkos]
All my shooters high risk (For real)
When they shoot they don't miss (Mob)
Guarantee that you get hit (Bitch)
Bome around here and get [?] (You know it)
Everybody got a stick (For real)
Nigga run off in your shit (Ayy)
Split your motherfucking wig (Gang)
Kidnap your fuckin' kid (Bitch)
On the same shit (Ayy)
Everyday shit (You know it)
Front Street mob gang shit (Mob)

[Verse 4: BeezyB]
50 Gang shit, yeah, we [?] (50)
All my niggas from the street (Gang)
They'll put you on the news
Yeah, the feds won't have no clue (Fuck 'em)
Me and Hkunxhkos got a few (Ayy)
In the trap breaking rules
Take these niggas straight to school (School)
All my niggas they bad news (Bad news)
Shoot your ass to make the news

[Verse 5: Fluhkunxhkos]
Hkunxhkos, bitch, I been bad news (You know it)
Can't post in the trap without a tool (Bitch)
Run up on me, nigga, you a fool
Nigga, [?] your mom a fool (For real)
Just pulled out with a nigga boo (What?)
She fuck with a nigga 'cause a nigga fool (Ayy)
Difference is I drip, they drool (Dripping)
Diamonds dripping on a nigga like a pool

[Verse 6: BeezyB]
Diamonds dancing like it's fuckin' hopscotch (Hopscotch)
Pull up to your block, get your block chopped
Automatic guns, keep that shit in stock
Made a half a mil off a Crock-Pot (Scrr)
Rerock got the whole block lock
Reach, get your whole face knocked off (Pop, pop)
Balling like I'm in the fuckin' playoffs
Never ever seen a fuckin' layup, yeah