[Intro]
Germz made this
Shoot that, shoot
Man like Runtz, you know
Shoot that, shoot
I shot too many
Shoot that, shoot
I shot too many
Shoot that, shoot
Shoot that
Boy
[Chorus]
I shot too many guns in my time, gotta talk to me loud I can't hear no more (I can't hear no more)
I shot my man and it fucked up his nerves, in a certain spot he can't feel no more (Boy, boy, boy)
I heard the real niggas ain't being real no more, top striker ain't on the field no more (Huh)
You think I ain't on the field no more, are you fucking dumb? (Oi cuz' your madders)
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck put crown on drill? I heard a few names they ain't done no drills (They ain't done no drills)
If they have, they ain't done more than me, the amount of man I sent Kings on Denmark Hill (Bang)
I patterned with the Abra original , Abra done the shit the shit there root for Gipsy Hill
I won't mention UpTop in this beef, they never touched the scoreboard them man there stayed on nil' (Stayed on Nil')
What you telling me?
Them man there more worried about a girl coming around going la-de-a limbo (Ha-ha)
Not like me I'm on the block with a G's, I need two 17's and I want them (two G17's)
Two G17's and I want them akimbo, switches al-le-le-ler like (Grrr-rrr)
What was his name who fucked with the opps, He lied more time for the dots (Ha-ha-ha)
Fucking with them man you know how the ting go
See me with the spinner like yardman ringo
Catch us an opp he ain't worth getting blammed (Huh)
Chuck him in the back of the van (Get in)
Caught an opp on my block weren't part of the plan
I had my machine of course he got tanned (Bang)
I'm highly know strictly 'cause I bang (Straight leak)
Think twice before fucking with gang
[Chorus]
I shot too many guns in my time, gotta talk to me loud I can't hear no more (I can't hear no more)
I shot my man and it fucked up his nerves, in a certain spot he can't feel no more (Boy, boy, boy)
I heard the real niggas ain't being real no more, top striker ain't on the field no more (Huh)
You think I ain't on the field no more, are you fucking dumb? (Oi cuz' your madders)
I shot too many guns in my time, gotta talk to me loud I can't hear no more (I can't hear no more)
I shot my man and it fucked up his nerves, in a certain spot he can't feel no more (Boy, boy, boy)
I heard the real niggas ain't being real no more, top striker ain't on the field no more (Huh)
You think I ain't on the field no more, are you fucking dumb? (Oi cuz' your madders)
[Verse 2]
When it comes to the drills, my intent is killing 'em
From the dirty south, and I fuck with the drilliest (Grrr)
No one ain't shooting more guns than the Hillians
I'm talking about all of the Hills (The Hill)
I hearing rumours how I just sorted a deal
I know they think DoRoad is just ordering drills (Ha-ha-ha)
I'm independent, I ain't sorted the deal, but of course I'm still out just looking for hammers (Of course)
Long time that I can't see Sloopy
Ain't no goofy Town Park bookie (Town Park)
Long time that I can't see Scrilly way too drilly, he get busy (Ha-ha)
Last time I seen broski we was in the ride dropped him off with the .40, free up Sizzle (Free him)
My ting banged but Itch's ting didn't, If did I swear we would be smoking on Pickle (On Pickle)
If two of my main opps turned to packs and I'm rolling with two on me like I'm Blackz (Like Blackz)
No where on earth is safe in these flats, man thought he come to hit a sell, he got whacked (Bow)
Used to be my bredrin but forget about that
He watched from the window when his friend got stabbed (Ha-ha-ha)
How can he be my bredrin, he done that (Huh) you must be mad (Ah cuzzy let’s talk about it!)
[Bridge]
I shot too many guns in my time, better talk to me nice I might bun you (I might bun you)
I developed a cough from all of this gun smoke, think I got gun flu (*cough cough*)
Luger .9 went straight through his shoulder, bro showed me exactly what his gun do (*cough, cough, cough*)
This gun flu is real man (Boy)
[Chorus]
I shot too many guns in my time, gotta talk to me loud I can't hear no more (I can't hear no more)
I shot my man and it fucked up his nerves, in a certain spot he can't feel no more (Boy, boy, boy)
I heard the real niggas ain't being real no more, top striker ain't on the field no more (Huh)
You think I ain't on the field no more, are you fucking dumb? (Oi cuz' your madders)
I shot too many guns in my time, gotta talk to me loud I can't hear no more (I can't hear no more)
I shot my man and it fucked up his nerves, in a certain spot he can't feel no more (Boy, boy, boy)
I heard the real niggas ain't being real no more, top striker ain't on the field no more (Huh)
You think I ain't on the field no more, are you fucking dumb? (Oi cuz' your madders)
