[Verse 1: Gully, Backroad Gee]
Tell a man get out the way
This long nose one come longer than me
Ying that for my family
Or slap corn for my family
For me, I had machines longer than me
Sweep, sweep, we're cleaning streets
[?] on me
Moonwalk, slide
Ying a mans chest, head and inside
Hit a man, press this, test this .9
Or I might cheff this, test this knife
Moonwalk, spin it
You don’t say the badman did it
Ay, Brr-katop or ying him
Ay, you don't say we left him swimming
You don't say the badman did it, did it
Fill it to the brim or ying it, swing it
You don’t say I left him swimming
Swimming, swing and I kept on swinging, swinging

[Chorus: Backroad Gee, Gully]
Swing it, where's the machine, bring it
Firearms there it's spitting, ay
Let that one therе ling him
Fire at that boy, hit the target
Fill it to thе brim and bark it, bark it
Know that I hit man's target
If it come too long then half it
Park it, bark it, load it and charge it
Swing it, where's the machine, bring it
Firearms there it's spitting, ay
Let that one there ling him
Fire at that boy, hit the target
[Verse 2: Gully, Backroad Gee]
Load it, charge it then discharge it
Violate, annihilate can't look past it
He don't know what he’s doing, pass it
I don’t who's he’s screwing, clart it
Cheff this, test this, press this .9
You don't say I bussed this .9
I should've creeped up just in time
But he clocked badman tryna creep from time
Tap it, tap it, swing it
Today is the day you're finished
Hit mans chest, watch him fly like birds
Brr, skrr, beat, beat
Ask man what we do from a distance
Mans hitting cousins and siblings
Pussy, mans hitting cousins and siblings

[Chorus: Backroad Gee, Gully]
Swing it, where’s the machine, bring it
Firearms there it's spitting, ay
Let that one there ling him
Fire at that boy, hit the target
Fill it to the brim and bark it, bark it
Know that I hit man's target
If it come too long then half it
Park it, bark it, load it and charge it
Swing it, where's the machine, bring it
Firearms there it's spitting, ay
Let that one there ling him
Fire at that boy, hit the target
Fill it to the brim and bark it, bark it
Know that I hit man's target
If it come too long then half it
Park it, bark it, load it and charge it
Swing it, where's the machine, bring it
Firearms there it's spitting, ay
Let that one there ling him
Fire at that boy, hit the target