[Chorus: Chill Will]

As soon as I walk in the room, I look around

Then you know I [?], then I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand now, and spin around

And I make them niggas back back, and stand down

Cause I done turned into a shoota shoota

A shoota shoota

That bitch [?] computer, computer puters

Don't make me have to do ya do ya

I do ya do ya

[?]

[Verse 1: Chill Will]

[?]

Chill Will the trap god, just like Gucci Gucci

He say he want the soft white, like [?]

I'm cooking that soft white, like [?]

Just like Steph Curry, I'm a shoota shoota

Don't make me have to do ya

Bullits go through ya through ya

Somebody [?] it ain't fare

We ain't playing fare, with that nigga standing there

Leave him laying there

A lotta coke, but I ain't evеr been to Cuba

[?] and I ain't talking bout no [?]

She get real [?] so wе call [?]

I go deep deep, dive int it, call me scooba

[Chorus: Chill Will]

As soon as I walk in the room, I look around

Then you know I [?], then I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand now, and spin around

And I make them niggas back back, and stand down

Cause I done turned into a shoota shoota

A shoota shoota

That bitch [?] computer, computer puters

Don't make me have to do ya do ya

I do ya do ya

[?]

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]

I walk through a crowd of niggas, won't say excuse me

[?] 14/26, we got shootas

All the bosses know Chill will and Young Scooter

Never thought about that loss I took, I kept it moving

We bought some [?]

[?] we break them down and we reuse them

What you know about Scooter?

Eh don't he rap?

What you know about [?]

That nigga staying in the trap

[?] he like a [?]

I ain't even talked to Tank, [?]

I don't say no names, goddamb the streets [?]

[?]

[Chorus: Chill Will]

As soon as I walk in the room, I look around

Then you know I [?], then I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand now, and spin around

And I make them niggas back back, and stand down

Cause I done turned into a shoota shoota

A shoota shoota

That bitch [?] computer, computer puters

Don't make me have to do ya do ya

I do ya do ya

[?]

[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]

They say mo money mo problems, Glizzy gang we mobbin

Bitch I got them choppers, I shoot at anything for the robins

Find out you got weight, I might be sleeping in your closet

[?] put his ass right out the socket

Hang with all the shootas, [?]

[?] I'm not talking bout [?]

[?]

These niggas some bitches, [?]

You need to chill boy, heard you been with Will boy

Na this shit for real boy

[?]

Lotta dollar bills boy

[?] boy

[?]

[Chorus: Chill Will]

As soon as I walk in the room, I look around

Then you know I [?], then I break it down

And I tell that bitch to stand now, and spin around

And I make them niggas back back, and stand down

Cause I done turned into a shoota shoota

A shoota shoota

That bitch [?] computer, computer puters

Don't make me have to do ya do ya

I do ya do ya

[?]