Shootaz by King Ty Lyrics

[Intro: King Ty]
Squad
We got shooters for y'all shooters, man
You already know how we rocking, man, Blake Block
Folk, we got MAC's, TEC's
We got .40's, nines, Kel-Tec's and shit
1212, man, you already know what it is

[Chorus: King Ty]
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers

[Verse 1: King Ty]
I got shooters in them cuts, Lil 4 Mobb'll pop you up
Head shot'll leave you stuck, turn him 'to a sitting duck
And my niggas 'bout that action, we be slidin' with them ratchets
If you run up on me wrong, you feel shots from automatics
Smokin' piff and sippin' lean, do a drill for my team
Shout out to that boy Quise, he a demon with the beam
We got Glizzies with them 30's, oppositions, do 'em dirty (Keyo)
Ain't no hangin' outside, bitch, we slidin' bright and early
I ain't going back and forth, I'm puttin' them shooters on yo' ass
Darry pop up out that cut with that Glizzy, he gon' blast
We got TEC's that hold 100, drop a Moe like it ain't nothin'
In Tae Town, it's a man down, ABM, they not on nothin'
TFG and PBG, on the bodies, can't compete (Freaky)
Smokin' on T-Roy Pack, that's that Uptown OG
I fuck with Day-Day World niggas, but you know I'm from Blake Block
Know some DOD niggas that'll smoke yo' fuckin' top
Everyday a body drop, I'm smokin' on that Pooh Bear Pack
I got shooters for your shooters, you can ask Harlem that
Ain't no lackin' in the field, on Hoola Gang, my block do drills
And for Munchie, we go crazy, pop a nigga like a pill
[Chorus: King Ty]
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers

[Verse 2: Slamma]
Chiraq, my city hate, if you gettin' bands, then it's must take
It's fucked up to a real nigga that done killed niggas over dead weight
Main thing, I don't watch niggas, I done popped niggas over my plate
Real niggas don't change up and a right nigga gon' choose fate
Mind blowing I done took six, been a savage nigga since day one
Racked up on that jug shit, I don't trust niggas, only day one
And sometimes, that's fucked up 'cause a day one get you K-1
Booked out, no bail, nigga, find out who be A1
Gotta keep that pole tucked, been on that gang shit
King Ty be the shooter, been close range-bang shit
We don't ride around, we don't talk, nigga
.40 cal do the talk, nigga, it's a DOA on the spot, nigga
(On the spot, nigga)

[Chorus: King Ty]
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers
I got shooters for your shooters, we got MAC's, TEC's, and Rugers
I got shooters for your shooters, if you lackin', they'll do you
I got shooters for your shooters, head shot, bust his medulla
I got shooters for your shooters, we got Glizzies and some rulers