Shoot sh*t lyrics

[Intro: MoneyMarr & Q Da Fool]
What?
Rich shooter
MoneyMarr, what's happenin'?
What? Uh (Hundred round gon')
Hey Turk, Sparkheem (What?)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: MoneyMarr, Q Da Fool, & Both]
b*tch, I'm with Q 'bout to f*ck it up
Fifty round drum in the Glock, can't f*ck with us (Uh)
These n*ggas broke, tryna run it up (Tryna run it up)
Shoot off your face, beat the case 'cause I'm thug enough ('Cause I'm thug enough)
Walk down, FN, hit with the blue tips
Slid on the opp block, n*ggas ain't do sh*t (Skrrt, bow)
We really shoot sh*t, my n*ggas ruthless (We really shoot sh*t)
Bring out the big body, we 'bout to move sh*t (Move sh*t, b*tch)
Smack that boy out with the iron, left him toothless (Uh)
We got them bricks and them pounds, 'bout to move sh*t (Uh)
f*ck with the steak when I'm f*ckin' with Ruth Chris (Uh)
We got them beams, we 'bout to shoot sh*t (Uh)
(We 'bout to shoot sh*t)
(We 'bout shoot sh*t)
We got them bricks and them pounds, 'bout to move sh*t
I'm with rich shooters, b*tch, get with the moves (What? What?)
(I got them racks, got them straps with some rulers)
[Verse 1: Q Da Fool & MoneyMarr]
I-I double back with that mallet, you boofin' (Double back)
I hit the block with the pack, get it moving (Hit the block)
See-se-see me driving that Porsche, that's when they start choosing (Skrrt)
b*tch, I been hopped off the porch, you too late, you a loser (Man)
We got them Glocks, we got them rugers (The rugers)
We got them Drac's, we startin' confusion (Confusion)
Off-White Vlones, these ain't no fusion (These ain't no fusion)
Still trap off the iPhone, I'm serving the youths (The youths)
Hundred bands ain't nothing (b*tch)
If the feds get behind me, you know I'ma dust 'em (Skrrt, skrrt)
Plug only speak Spanish, you know I don't trust him (You know I don't trust him)
In the hood with the bands, all we know is hustle (Hustle, n*gga)
Tryna reach for my chain, you gon' get stepped on
My hundreds, they hang, better make sure your vest strong (Uh)
We got that gas like the [?] (What?)
We got the smoke, make you jump like a [?] (What?)

[Verse 2: MoneyMarr]
If I see a opp, on sight, I'ma crush 'em (What?)
He say he the plug, got no pounds, I'ma rush 'em
We got them Draco's, they coming from Russia
Micro, six shot, put his ass under (Blatt, blatt)
Who spinned on his block? n*gga, I wonder (b*tch)
Gun squad, go put the sticks in the tunnel (Huh?)
Hit with the fifth, lil' b*tch, no [?] (Lil' b*tch)
Wrap up the package, it come in a box (Come in a box)
I got the drip, lil' b*tch say, "Ooh"
Fendi my shirt Balenci' my shoes (Lil' b*tch)
If I call up Mooda, you know he gon' shoot
You say you bust down but I know that sh*t fu'
Tryna hop out the whip, tryna hop out the coupe
Thought I gave him that syrup but I gave him the juice (Juice)
If-if you look sweet, we gon' him the move (Lil' b*tch)
b*tch, I get to the money, I'm never gon' snooze (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: MoneyMarr, Q Da Fool, & Both]
b*tch, I'm with Q 'bout to f*ck it up
Fifty round drum in the Glock, can't f*ck with us (Uh)
These n*ggas broke, tryna run it up (Tryna run it up)
Shoot off your face, beat the case 'cause I'm thug enough ('Cause I'm thug enough)
Walk down, FN, hit with the blue tips
Slid on the opp block, n*ggas ain't do sh*t (Skrrt, bow)
We really shoot sh*t, my n*ggas ruthless (We really shoot sh*t)
Bring out the big body, we 'bout to move sh*t (Move sh*t, b*tch)
Smack that boy out with the iron, left him toothless (Uh)
We got them bricks and them pounds, 'bout to move sh*t (Uh)
f*ck with the steak when I'm f*ckin' with Ruth Chris (Uh)
We got them beams, we 'bout to shoot sh*t (Uh)
(We 'bout to shoot sh*t)
(We 'bout shoot sh*t)
We got them bricks and them pounds, 'bout to move sh*t
I'm with rich shooters, b*tch, get with the moves (What? What? Rich shooter)
(I got them racks, got them straps with some rulers, b*tch)