[Intro: Maajins]
Yeah
What's good, gang?

[Verse 1: Maajins]
Olympic gold medal, my trap full of gymnasts
Ho in my comments asking me to pin this
I'm sippin' mud, bitch, this not no Guinness (Brr)
We leaving no witness
AK-47 make him hit the Dougie
He talkin' stupid, get sent to ya buddy
Shoutout '6s, the choppa hit his nugget
Ayy, I shoot at that ho, that's a bucket
KMG-12 make him hit the folks
Bitch I'm on my Glo', and I'm not talking 4s
How many bullets?
One, two, three, four
Shit, I might as well go call up Po
N***as steady watchin', just like a movie
I carry the MAC-10 in my Ksubis
That n***a like boys, he hella fruity
Bullet hit his shoulder, make him do the Uzi
Run up in his province, n***a, wit' the force
Next n***a try to slam me up a court
She play wit' my balls like she on the court
Marriеd to the bag, I cannot divorce
Kick a ho out the crib likе I play FIFA
Man I hate n***as, I'm anti-Antifa
Finna set it off, n***a, Queen Latifah
Mexican shooter, he singin' El Beeper
I'm smokin' fire while you smokin' boof
Send him to the heavens, he go through the roof
Punch a lil' n***a, he missing a tooth
Your ho finna blow me, n***a, like a flute
Your ho finna blow me, n***a, like a uh
Your ho finna blow me, n***a, like a trumpet
Feel like Joe Budden, n***a, yeah I pump it
Light that boy up, n***a, like a pumpkin
Light that boy up, n***a, like a blunt
What's in my wood? Lil' n***a, that's Runtz
White shooter, call that boy Tyler Funk
Dirty ho, she got that junk in the trunk
I'm in the back, n***a, Rosa Parks
N***as be fruity, call 'em Kent Clark
Keep the iron on me, like Tony Stark
Your ho drink me up, like I'm Deer Park
Foreign shooter, got the blicks up in Scotland
Come out the cut, n***a like, "What's poppin'?"
30 round hit that boy in his noggin
Brute-force in his home, like he need a login
White shooter call up boy, Adin Ross
Chop' make him twitch, bitch, I got the VOD (Flick)
I walked in wit' a 30
Carry a MAC, R.I.P. to Bernie
Shoot at that fuck n***a like I'm Curry
Shoot at that fuck n***a, I'm a pro sniper
Randy Orton Glock, yeah, that bitch a viper
My bitch got a Glock, she is not a fighter
Slamming that fuck n***a, Roddy Piper
We punching him out 'cause he grillin' me
Flippin' them packs like I'm RVD
[Verse 2: BabySantana]
Shoutout lil' Maajins (Blatt!)
What's up in this wood, n***a, thats Runtz
I know you mad your brother up in a blunt
White ho, and she keep callin' me cunt
Good sauce on the steak, n***a, A-1
Couldn't swallow the Perc', so I ate one
Good thing I had two, so I saved one
(I walked in wit' lil' Maajins)
I'm in the stu' with Maajins, it's the one
Shaman on my head, n***a, like a nun
Don't come 'round this way if you don't got no gun
(ARs, pistols, whatever)
(Hahaha)
[Stuffin'?] the block, we got all types of guns
TanaRomani, n***a, I'm the one
He was talking down, got his block spun
Seen him on the blunt, made his ass run (Ricky!)