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Jusss Cook that shit up
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Sh007er
I'm aimed at everybody, this a free for all
My sh007er sense tinglin', y'all ain't need to call
Went from a rookie straight to a vet, dog, I done seen it all
And it ain't no real shootout if you niggas ain't got me involved
I shoot at anybody with no hesitance
I hop out the booth and I start aiming at the president
Got kicked out my last apartment, I was an evil resident
Least I got all my weapons, now let's get back to the present tense
It's three shooters tryna rush me out the lobby
I pull that R2 button nigga, try me
I got a whole Atlanta hawk
Imma buy these niggas chalk
I don't just talk, I walk, do you copy
And I hit spin moves like I'm Kyrie
No time for clean kills, they be sloppy
Shit, it ain't like a SWAT team can stop me
I hop in this drop and it's movin' at Mach speed
Time runnin' out, so every shot a big three
I done seen this before, I'm a gypsy
No I ain't J-Kwon but I got enough shots for everybody in the club gettin' tipsy
Yeah, I'm takin' all the shots, I'm the first option
So many body bags, I feel like I'm purse shoppin
Niggas features everywhere like I'm verse hoppin
Niggas Jusss Cookin Up, bring that first drop in
Nigga, bow, bow, bow, u hear bodies droppin
Niggas try to switch teams, I'm already locked in
Niggas try to build gates, I already hopped them
Niggas try to pull off, they already blocked in
Nigga tried to shoot back, I already shot him
How many head shots? One
How many body shots? Ten
They gon' know that I got em before I put him to an end
Then I pick up they phone and start tellin' all they friends
K/D on a million, nigga, I ain't even tryin
If you niggas respawn, you niggas re-dyin
And it ain't no strays if that's my bullet flyin
If I ain't say your name, nigga, why you replyin'
Nigga, just stop writin' unless you hoppin' in the game
I can guarantee your life will never be the same
I keep on buyin' caskets, cause I'm the one to blame
I'm the one that ghost writers 'for they make a name
I ain't heard a nigga better at this death talkin
Got the hood on my head like when Death walk in
Got a stick in my hand like when Death walkin
Think I'm way too obsessed, I'll cause death often
Hella bags on my head like I just bought out the mall
Niggas lined up to kill me, I bodied 'em all
Got a pack on my back full of gats and a saw
Now who else want smoke
Cause it's free for you all
Jusss Cook that shit up