[Intro]
That's it right there, Gnealz
Ayy
Gang
Ayy
Ooh, B-Bighead on the Beat

[Hook]
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n***as do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n***as straight jumping, fucking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil bitch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n***a disappear like it was some magic
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n***as do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n***as straight jumping, fucking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil bitch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n***a disappear like it was some magic

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm never lackin', I keep running your head
That choppa bullet is gonna knock off your leg
You run up on me, then I'm leaving you dead
I leave you dead, if you talk to the feds
Gotta watch yo back, cause these n***as be snakes
The money come, then these n***as turn fake
You play with me, they find you dead in the lake
Not like the wire, find you dead in the grave
I got a TEC-9, it came from Baghdad, so they gonna flag that
Uzi from San Francisco, my homie pass that
This Glock turn you to a zombie, it give you whiplash
Speedin' off in the Hemi, that man, he crash that
I'm tatted up, watch me fuck on your bitch
I could fuck her even if you was rich
But if you rich, then I'm takin' yo shit
Say you the plug, then I takin' yo brick
Say on my life, I ain't running from shit
You think it's static till yo bro meet the clip
Little n***a talking, 30 shots at his lip
We catch him loafing, 30 shots at his whip
[Hook]
They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n***as do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n***as straight jumping, fucking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil bitch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n***a disappear like it was some magic

They ain't stop making guns when they made yours
All ya n***as do is type on them keyboards
We’ll slide and knock you out with them big toys
All my n***as straight jumping, fucking kill Roy
We ain't really with the talking, we gon let em have it
AK-47 and it's automatic
Talk tough lil bitch, watch ya get the clapping
Make a n***a disappear like it was some magic