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That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia) Yeah, this that murder music That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off This shit is bang bang, a blood stain Amiri gang Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice Might be the name you can't hit a stain May young Skuba hit your mane We shake shit like tambourines The chopper clap like round of applause Bitch, I don't need no aim And we gon' knock a nigga off Say I been through hell and back with My Kel Tec in this Hellcat I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector I can smell rats it ain't no help for him Y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off Yeah, burn him like a stripper Send a nigga to the doctor Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I Say I got a chopper all my niggas killers You can tell by they posture I'ma spill a nigga's noodles like I Waste a bowl of pasta murder make me happy Told my mama not to judge me Keep a dirty Harry just in Case you feeling lucky Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly That's my shooter, I recruited him Glock-23, got two of them Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags) I drop a bag, watch what he do to him Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow I knock your block right off Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off 808 Mafia