I heard some shouts like down on the floor
Now,
even louder, we got shooters,
shooters
I turned around, I was staring at clones
Shotgun watches, door got security, good
Jump right over, counterpointed gun
That winky teller, I'm your shooter,
shooter, shooter
My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up, no
Shooter My hands up, my hands up
They want me with my hands up, no Shooter
So,
yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You see me smilin' over the phone Talkin'
about jumpin' and winnin' me somethin'
Now they're attention's on me,
cause I'm not scared enough
They're calling my bluff,
but all these bitches and all these bitches
But ain't no donuts around
It's about shoot a stick,
shoot a stick,
guns,
girls,
ladies
Pick the gun and take a shoot,
shoot,
shoot,
shoot,
shoot up
Yeah, hands up, they want me with my hands up
Oh,
shoot up
Yeah, I was saying hands up
Boy, hands up,
hands up, they want me with my hands up
Oh,
shoot up
She needs my life,
my life,
she says that she is gonna get it Everybody's gonna be getting under,
shoot up