[Intro]
(Legend made another one)

[Chorus]
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man

[Verse 1]
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man
I always keep some shells with beef, I'm the taco man
Bitch, stop postin' opps on my news feed, that is not your mans
I only like Glocks and guns that is not gon' jam
Every day I wake up and get some money, I ain't got no plan
All these n***as wanna be the GOAT, I'm somethin' like a ram
I don't complain to my jeweler 'cause all my diamonds dancin'
I don't care about no gender, bitch, get whacked and call it a crime of passion
If you see a janky n***a with me, that's just my assassin
N***a thought he was gon' get up on the Plug, I wasn't havin' it
Don't ask me what's them knots in my pocket, that's just racks and shit
You know the Plug ain't shit, I'm a dog, I'm tryna get the racks and dip
In middle school, all I wanted was bread and a bag of chips
Bitch gave me all of her money, not half of it
Your whip ain't even got AC and you mad you in it
Everytime I mix match designer, it's a fashion statement, the Plug
[Chorus]
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man

[Verse 2]
Please don't play with gang, lil' n***a, we is not no hams
How you paid all that money for your jewelry and it not gon' dance?
I can show you how to get some money, bitch, this is not no scam
I had his baby mama in the tele makin' a lot of bands
How you in the streets with no bail money? Get up out them jams
It's a lot of n***as doin' some tellin' to get up out them jams
N***as actin' like bitches, Juwanna Mann
If your n***a didn't teach you how to suck dick, bitch, your mama can
I was Maison grace, great Givenchy swagger without no status
I'm a dog, bitch, and I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm so childish
Why you think the bitch gave her money? 'Cause I'm so talented
I'm from the Stinc Team, we all winnin' and I'm proud of it
I only like to hit dime bitches with low mileages
I ain't gon' lie, sometimes, just say shit that sounded cool
All the hoes wanna pay me 'cause I'm a stylish dude
I was that one bad n***a, bullyin' your child at school
Now I'm whippin' up fullies on clowns and fools
I don't even know why you n***as came to the club with them childish jewels
[Chorus]
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man
Bitches, you can't accept that I'm a dog then you can fall back
I really get money and tote guns, yeah, I'm with all that
That's a ghost gun, lil' n***a, that shit gon' jam
F&N bullets for n***as thinkin' they Macho Man