[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]