(Verse 1) Let a n***a try me (try me) Shooters round your house using walky talkies And we ain't fearin nobody Everything's a go , gta iv Police beating brutal they on care bout yo age Screaming f** 12 only love 12 on dat gauge They say im chris brown cute wit alota rage So i be in the house call that my dog cage Got some dogs up in these streets no owners Trespa**ing add you to the list of country murders And truey ima hot n***a bobby shmurda Go ask anybody and they gon tell you word up Yh alota b**hes sayin, my brain f**ed up Some right, some wrong but ima still f** some Cause most of em ain't my type so ima choose some If that p**y ain't right then that b**h s**in Koolin on the block that ain't my hobby Street smart so i know how errything gon be Never ever been a dummy That's what we turn you to when dem shots coming I ain't tryna influence y'all into violence But the hook is the root of the track str8 common sense S/o to my real n***as, s/o cosh In a couple seconds broskii took over 10 shots Over 10 spots, got hit by dem Glocks Came back fired shots, n***as positioned squats & One day like stars ima shine Get a call from la ima be there like 9