Shooters lyrics

[Intro: Nasty DuzzIt]
Aight you know what this sh*t do
The mister weak side killa Nasty DuzzIt
Running up on lames.. f*cking hoes
You know what the deal is baby boo
Get with it or don’t f*ck with it stupid
Duece 400 block b*tch

[Verse 1: Nasty DuzzIt]
And you know I’ma shoot a little b*tch
And I’m hopping out the whip
Letting everything spit
See your big homie running from the 2-2-3’s
I’m a gangster in the scene looking crispy and clean
f*cking with the enemies and you gon’ get popped
I’m a real.. I don’t really do the talks
See I’m hopping out the whip
I’m letting everything spit
They call me fly nasty and I’m really with this sh*ts
Dipping through my section
I always stay tuckin
And I don’t give a f*ck lil.. ain’t bluffin’
Talking on the gang, you gon’ get your ass hit
I got a Glock 17 and let the whole b*tch rip

[Hook: Young Drummer Boy]
Listen I be with the shooters
Keep a 9 mili on me, that’s a ruger
Big chains big chains, it don’t stop man
I keep it on my waist
And you know that sh*t pop, listen
Ey I be with the shooters
Got the 9 mili on me that’s a ruger
Big chains big chains, it don’t stop man
I keep it on my waist
And you know that sh*t pop