Lyrics:

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (roll!)
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the ro’ (ro!)
Run up in your house, like I’m commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

[Chorus]
Shoot! (x16)

[Verse 1]
Straight like it’s belly, you singing R-kelly
You playing it get deadly, [?] got no jelly
Counting up fetti’, you talking already
I pull up with choppa’s, that come with machetes
I’m fucking on betty, her head got me steady
I call her Lil Caesars, that bitch hot n’ ready
My gun a Lil Caesars, that bitch hot n’ ready
I dumped my lil bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous
Hold up, Let me catch my breath
Shoot a nigga teeth, then say he killed his self
[?], paralyzed waste down, now he can’t feel his self
[?] I swear it ain’t nothing else, freaky bitch, I make her touch her self
I’m balling [?] like fuck a ref, leave his ass stanking
I blow him like bad breath
Woah, 007 hit him with the weapon, gotta
Go, when the police come, dip on the ground
[?], lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground
You see them haitians, they up on the gram
Shh, don’t make a sound

[Chorus]
Shoot! (x16)

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (roll!)
Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the ro’ (ro!)
Run up in your house, like I’m commando
Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

[Verse 2]
Homicide, bitch we known for that
Screenshoting shit, I text her, “you too grown for that”
Yea, that trap shit, I got two phones for that
I’m a dog, I think i got a bone to fetch
Stop whatcha doing, thirty-three in my clip, that’s Patrick Ewing
Open up wide, girl i’m looking for the [?]
Shawty gave me head, now I know what she be pursuing
It be nina with the cooling
Mask on, AR, bitch that’s on my side
PRG, 700, we don’t let shit slide
We don’t let shit slide, nigga play with me I ride
Bitch I’m cripping with the guys, We D-up with three high fives

[Chorus]
Shoot! (16x)