Intro
This that shit that got the block scared 
This the reason why your pops dead 
I might pull up in a drop-head 
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red

Verse 1
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm a dawg, call me Blues Clues 
Put it to his head, call it BlueTooth 
He say that he a killer, nigga, me too 
Fuck homicide, we don't leave clues 
I might go and put a fifty on a bitch nigga 
I'm on the phone with Boulevard, free a real nigga 
Bought a Glock fresh out the store, it hold a lucky seven 
I got niggas crashin' out to kill you, 9/11

Pre-Chorus
What you gon' do when karma come around? 
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out  
What you gon' do when karma come around? 
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out

Chorus 
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot 
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah) 
I'ma shoot 
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot 
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

Verse 2
My partner clutching on a nine but I like mine bigger
Pull his chopper, not the chain, but call 'em baby tiggers
He got a bag on his head, that's like five figures
When it's beef, nobody safe, even rich niggas
They like to internet beef, please don't bring it my way
Niggas sweet as fuck, I call 'em sprinkles on a cupcake
I'm a shooter getting money, shout out to Lil Donway
I went to church but still'll take your soul on a Sunday

Pre-Chorus
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out
What you gon' do when karma come around?
Some niggas tuck they tail and go to copping out

Chorus
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
(What you gon' do? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot
I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot, I'ma shoot

Outro
This that shit that got the block scared
This the reason why your pops dead
I might pull up in a drop-head
Spin on him, tomato paste, I paint his shirt red, uh, yeah, yeah