[Intro]
Fa, fa, meee, fa fa
(Plug)
Mob, gang
Brim, five nine shit bitch (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Gang

[Chorus]
N***as tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that shit came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n***as my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n***a in the grass, like a n***a run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n***a, tit-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her ass so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

[Verse]
Tried to put on my (?) mistake
Talking shit on the net but never to my face
This Glock spray him down like some ma'fuckin mace
Free Kick-door and Juggy they gone beat the case
If you know my shawty please do not call me cos my gun gon' smack the fuck up out ya face
If he talking shit he get hit with the drake
Boy watch your lips you don’t make what I make
[Chorus]
N***as tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that shit came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n***as my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n***a in the grass, like a n***a run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n***a, tit-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her ass so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

[Outro]
Fa!
Spee!
Fa-fa-fa!
MOB!