Текст песни Off the Dribble - ShooterGang Kony

Lil nigga heavy metal machine, I'm the team
Murder was the case in the scene, a slug fiend
Bully niggas like I'm Preme, what's up Beans?
Know it's only been a second, I keep thinking it's a dream
I'ma wake up you gon' be right here,
This ain't fair blood
You ain't even see my chain, how it glare blood
Been a while since a nigga said a prayer blood
I'm a real nigga and real niggas is rare, blood
Gang keeping it lit, you in the air, blood
Standing at the viewing and all I could do is stare, blood
If you hear me I pray that you feeling better
Fuck I look like just putting you on a sweater?
The fuck I look letting niggas say whatever?
Fuck a homie, I will do you, and Nina, you gon' let her
GSR on me and Glizzy came with a vetha
Put a nigga brother on a Facebook header
Ayy
This the gang, just the way that it goes
It ain't no escape, you can never oppose
Ali asked me why these niggas don't go,
And I don't know
You ain't slid, what you bang this for? You niggas hoes
A homie die and niggas supposed to die, make it multiply
I blame rap shit, that's what I decide
I ain't posting niggas music if you living a lie
I'm the shooter, I can shoot when I drive, on God
Pull up on the side of a sucker and let it spark
Pissing on my hands while you laying in chalk
Your big homie fed shit we can't even talk
'Cause niggas fake, boy missed, on God
I bet you I'll be active when I'm rich, on God
I bet you I could kill you without catching a high
And ShooterGang a family so I gotta provide
About mine, leave a nigga stopped at stop signs with Glock-9's
Free Hundred shots, free Mula, and free Vines
And Buddy, you a boy, blood, I got your spine
Cover your back like I do Ali
I'm just happy that you niggas breathe without a machine, on B's
Pourin' out opps, I ain't kickin' no lean (Nah)
Ham and cheese, bitch, you gotta okay for my team
When I'm hella geekin', Deray know I mean
And so do Sama, Jody flee him while he strapped with the beam
Squeeze standin' in my corner, when I squeeze, he squeeze
And Pathi, bitch, you know it's SSG
And when it's bulletproof, a chopper shell won't breach
You ask me, it's ShooterGang 'til a nigga deceased
Off the dribble, bitch