150 SHOOTERS (FR33STYLE) (feat. Jerm)

I swear to God, I'm having 150 shooters in Atlanta, nigga Yuh Got like 150 shooters in Atlanta Had to pour up the sprite, This dirty ol' fanta Bout to turn a ghost and I'm not talkin' deadly phantom One in his head I gave away the blammer I watch em' Die, Die, Die They say that we caught his murder on camera Drinkin' sprite cause he ran outta stamina Whip black and white like a panda 150 shooters in Atlanta, At least 150 shooters That means at least 150 weapons, At least 150 groupies Surgically removin' yo medulla Gun turn you to stone like Medusa Hard, Colder than ice, Need a new cup If I think that it's nice, I get two of 'em Say you gon' do something, Do something I be makin' bread and you be makin' crumbs I just be havin' some fun, I'm goin' outside with my gun Feelin' it dig in in my stomach, I think that I need me a tommy Talkin' shit only never when I see you, You better not run Boy better run when we pull up outside I'm sippin' that dirty, I'm sippin' that goblet of fire Hands to yourself, Hands by your side Bands by myself, Did It I try What Is you fuckin' crazy What, Is you fuckin' crazy I just walked around town, Now I got a fucking Mercedes I don't give a f*ck, Fucked a bad bitch, Named Mercedes Then I upgraded, Upgraded, Got a better lady B-U-S, Bust down wet like the Navy She gon' Come and let it Buss down on me she my baby My fit be lookin' like some Lexapro, My fit be goin' crazy Pussy boys, Act like Eminem, They act hella shady Gaunt is goin' up, Holy shit, Perhaps I am the greatest Greatest since what Greatest since what Boy sit the f*ck down and shut the f*ck up Boy better sit down and know his spot Boy better know the world he livin' in, Livin' in, Isn't in his control So go get the f*ck on the road, I'm steady livin' it, Livin' it, I gotta go I gotta go, I gotta go I gotta go, I gotta go Ain't no bitch spend more than one night, I gotta go Bitch hit me, Disappear like ghost Elementary, I'm on the roll They said I wouldn't be shit, Said I wouldn't be shit Nah Said I wouldn't be shit Now I'm back, poppin' all this shit, I'm on it, Mean shit Huh, Got it doing me shit Built this by myself, I'm goin' up, I'm smokin' trees, Bitch, Wow Brick for brick, Build it up, Brick for brick Chick for chick, Eat it up, Chick for chick, Chick for chick Flick flick flick, We gon' film her butt, We make a flick flick flick Whip whip whip, She gon' make it shake, On my dick, dick, dick Whole fit cold like I'm in the fuckin' fri- fri- fridge Walk around in summertime and all I hear is Drip drip drip It's me and Jerm up in this bitch, You know we f*ck your bi- bi- bitch Real nasty freak bitch, She give my dick an I- I- itch Anything for money, She gon' get a pickle li- li- licked My life like a movie, Like the movie Richie Ri-I-ich But on my fucking music, play this shit like I'm John Wi-I-ick Comin' at you boys Aha