[Intro: Q Da Bow, bow Rich shooter, uh, shooter Yeah, Yeah, hundred goon Uh, I'm Herwin on the spoon I'm
[Verse 1: Q Da Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and I've poppin' rubber bands, rubber bands done drove me crazy I can't fuck with rappers, I ain't been feelin' lately In and out of jail, I swear crackers drove me crazy I might smoke a nigga, I might give his mother Rest in peace Bob 'cause how Bob raised me He was with that dope, Medellin, we was wavy Fuck a deal, 'cause the bricks and really paid me Coulda been in Mercedes, 12 tryna frame me Outside with the junkies, jungle 50s, we go I really dropped broad day show 'em how the mob play Get up close, personal, my face to face (Face to face) You could pick a time, you could pick a place, I'ma beat the (Fuck nigga) Finesse plug, finesse buy you through (I do everything) I one thing, I ain't ever buyin' no weddin' ring (Fuck that bitch) Y'all was ridin' dicks, I was outside better things First time I called my mother locked up, she said, You better Attempted murder, I was 15 a 17 with a big dream I run all in this (Man, why?) 'Cause the bitch green (Man, fuck that nigga)
[Chorus: Shy I appreciate your moments 'cause I never had Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that fast I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't to buy somethin' I'm a shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter We rich shooters, baby, we some rich shooters 3 got the Macky and bitch came with a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) We the fuckin' shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers
2: Shy Glizzy] I was built to win, no I can't ever ever Bitch, they call me Jefe with a mothafuckin' (Young Jefe, holmes) They act like they don't fuck with me, they my every move Bitch, it's me and Q Da Fool, we ain't with you, too You ain't no fuckin' stepper, where mothafuckin' weapon? gun I ever shot it was a .38 special It's GG to the world, bro, on another level (GG for life) And it's long live 30, bitch, I scream that forever (30, 30) I'm ridin' on Tre-7 in a fuckin' R8 (Skrrt) You can come and get an eight ball or get a plate I don't need a damn extendo, F&N is on my And I don't send a memo, I just get your ass erased We the UPS for bills, yeah, do the mail My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the Where I'm from they like to kill, keep chopper by the wheel I some nigga tell, bow, bow, go to Hell
Shy Glizzy] I appreciate your moments 'cause I had nothin' Used to be a crash dummy, nah, now get that money I remember she was stallin', now she got that ass Me, my niggas, we be ballin', we can't to buy somethin' I'm a shooter, baby, I'm a rich shooter We some rich shooters, baby, we some rich 3 got the Macky and that bitch came a ruler (Goddamn, goddamn) We the rich shooters, fuck these niggas, they some losers