Real Shooters

[Verse 1]
E'ry nigga with me trap hard for a bankroll
I'll smoke a nigga like a 'gar, gotta lay low
Chopstick with me in a place that I can't go
Chopstick turn a nigga hat to a halo
Lil' bro hit him with the draco
Whole lotta shooters form the Bay to down Daygo
Pocket full of moolah, little nigga, this is play dough

[Verse 2]
These nigga switching up lanes
Feds on a nigga so I switched up names
Plenty of this green, I just picked up bank
Henny and the lean and some mixed up drank
I just popped another bean, I need to fix my face
He ain't got it for a feind, send that shit my way
'Til the trapphone ring I'ma sit sideways
Can't smoke no weed 'til we hit the highway
Nigga, don't make a scene, niggas die that way
You ain't gang, nigga, bettеr not drive that way
What case, nigga? They ain't gon' find that K
Can't hang if you only gon' ridе halfway
Still can catch me up in traffic
Chopstick fully automatic
Opp shit, let a nigga have it
Drop shit Vicious gettin' savage

[Verse 3]
Every nigga with me tryna shoot a nigga face off
Beat going hard, told slime cut the bass off
Off bean so hard I done knocked the whole lace off
Real trap nigga, still serving lames fake sauce
Still jack niggas, swear to God niggas fake, soft
Old heads taught a nigga game, got me laced up
Ever since I been up in a gang I've been caked up
Seen a hundred thousand in your trap stack ain't none
Fake ass rappers ain't 'bout it, got fake guns
Fake ass money outside, I'll take some
Seen a hundred thousand in your trap stack ain't none
Fake ass rappers ain't 'bout it, got fake guns
Fake ass money outside, I'll take some