[Intro-Colonel Loud]
Uhh, its your boy Colonel Loud
Know what I’m talkin bout
Them muthaf**in shooters n***a
Yuh, um
We got n***as out here, thinking they doing something
Might cross a n***a for a little bit of bread, but n***as ain’t worried bout that sh**, man
I ain’t gotta get dirty my n***a
I’m a muthaf**ing boss, jefe n***a, I got shooters
[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 1-Project Pat]
My dope in the plastic
No questions asking
Robbery squad, with out masking
Choppers with scopes
[?] the hoes
Square a** n***a, livin with hoes
Russian rifle, with the banana clippers
It’ll tame everyone of you, monkey a** n***as
n***a ran off with the drop, he got shot
Tried to run off in the spot, he got popped
Young n***as k** anything for the guap
Tell lil bruh smoke up then [?] the crop
Its payback b**h, thats why the bullets sailing
Took your head off, and yo b**h got to screaming
Y’all was on a date, bullets got to raining
Brains on the gla**, what the f** was he thinking?
Crossing the boss, get you lost in the sauce
Get yo a** blowed off, running off at the jaw
[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 2-Colonel Loud]
Lil n***a laying in the bushes, waiting for your a** to hit the front door
Catch a p**y n***a close range, leave his a** laying on the front porch
What it look like? I ain’t pull the triggas, all this motherf**ing money that I’m making
I’m a boss in these Carolina streets, I seen a lot a rap n***as out faking
You ain’t bout that life my n***a, you ain’t never dozed off in the trap
Waking up to a fiend in your face, fist balled up, still palming on that crack
My young boy got a Glock that holds 17
He been shooting since he 12, now he 17
Don’t let my little n***a pull up on that Chevy thing
He don’t give a f**, when he done, be spraying everything
And thats a motherf**ing truth
See my shooters? They’ll shoot
When I give the green light they don’t ask no questions they just do what it do
I’m a motherf**ing boss
Keep thinking I’m soft
I don’t get my hands dirty, I send my young boys, they’ll knock your a** off
[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
[Verse 3-Shy Glizzy]
The one and the only, the Jefe
You play with my set, it get messy
Let n***as play with my fetti
Watch me swing round that weight like I’m [?]
These n***as funny like Eddie (Murphy)
I told your b**h here go a Bezzy (She Thirsty)
I got two b**hes in Beverley, said that I’m buying one Louis, one Fendi
Got shooters, got shooters, got shooters (boom, boom)
I got mula, got mula, got mula (lot of it)
Your girlfriend, yes she’s a chooser
You can have her back that b**h a j**eler
Clip hanging out like a ruler (bang)
It’s big glizzy, b**h yes I’m the ruler (bang, bang)
They don’t want no work, they not stupid
Have choppers show that lil boy he so foolish (blahh)
Chase 7 [?], I mean the [?], [?] never k**ed, If I don’t? Well of course
All of these diamonds look like Mr. Floss
I spend the bands, I don’t care what it costs
I tell my young n***a, off
And he get to taking them off
Glizzy got 30s, and 50s, and 100s, You better bout face for them all
[Hook-Colonel Loud]
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My n***as they ride with the rugers
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
You know that my young boys will do ya
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
Don’t come in my trap with that bullsh**
I got shooters, got shooters, got shooters, got shooters
My young boy he dumping that whole clip