Real Shooters lyrics

[Verse 1]
E'ry n*gga with me trap hard for a bankroll
I'll smoke a n*gga like a 'gar, gotta lay low
Chopstick with me in a place that I can't go
Chopstick turn a n*gga 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 n*gga, this is play dough

[Verse 2]
These n*gga switching up lanes
Feds on a n*gga 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 sh*t my way
'Til the trapphone ring I'ma sit sideways
Can't smoke no weed 'til we hit the highway
n*gga, don't make a scene, n*ggas die that way
You ain't gang, n*gga, bettеr not drive that way
What case, n*gga? 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 sh*t, let a n*gga have it
Drop sh*t Vicious gettin' savage