20 mag shooter we riding these scooters we’re heading to hooters and we got the shooters. We poppin off crazy I think she gone date me she pushing me lately but I got the jay B I’m headin with devin we pickin up Riy we going crazy hope we won’t die We got the glock in the back you know we got hella racks you we be selling crack fuck that bitch from the back We trippin off shit the shit that we sippin we think that your gone we know you won’t listen we gotta tell you it’s a whole other mission we getting hungry so we raidin the kitchen He pulls out a glock got a 30 round clip I can’t really tell cause he got that drip he going crazy we bouta trip he going crazy we bout to drip mr fog blicky I know it won’t hit me I know she gone tip me but she gotta ship me We are the Gtown strapz fuck around you will get your ass clapped don’t even think cause we got the strap you know we carry that 30 drum mag We willin the rarri we playin the Carti next is the bob marley but we got the shawty She’s up in the front you know she’s a cunt you know she’s big crazy she’s smoking a blunt She bouta tunt she smoking that blunt She gonna booter