[Verse 1: Guttaville Dough] I got shooters, pair of troopers, walking time bombs n***as crazy like the rackets with them side arms Choppa-choppa man down French Montana me a n***a choppa-choppa down Pop a [?] floating off, now I'm on a role 20 n***as with me, young, and they trained to go All we know is get it, ride around with straight up hittas Extended clippers, this the city, better bring that business n***as know the Guttaville keep a gang of shooters And we ain't wifing no ho, I'mma let the team do her A-A-All my n***as know is money, M.O.B. or nothing We the hardest in the city, n***a stop the stunting [Hook: Guttaville Dough x2] I got shooters for your shooters, where your shooters at? I got k**az on my team, where your k**az at? A lot of faking going on, and we ain't feeling that A hundred rounds in the 'K, where your hitters at? [Verse 2: Bo Deal] I got k**az with me, real n***as with me Many Mac 11, clip filled up, give 'em 50 I ain't never back down and never ran, n***a
Being real is something a ho can't understand, n***a I ain't playing, n***a, chopper in my hand, n***a And n***a a** out, you know i brought the fan, n***a This is my city, pay a n***a homage, or you better start dumping when you see me coming Or you better start running when you see me coming 'Cuz I'mma hit your a** up and leave your body numb Yeah, it's real in the field, better get your gat 'cuz I got real shooters with me, where your shooters at? [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil JoJo] I-I-I'm a lil' n***a and I'm TTG My name ring bells and I ain't even 6 feet Never catch me lacking, boy i keep the heat Mike Miller me a n***a, leave 'em in the streets If you ain't with the sh**s n***a beat you feet 40 got them running like a track meat Everywhere I go hoes like me No flexing, that sh** excites me So many guns man the police might indict me Oh that's your main b**h? She tryna wife me n***a snitch 30 holes in his white T I-I-I-I'm up next, that's why they don't like me [Hook]