[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet
His bitch gave me neck, sippin' on that Tech
Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
On that type of time, n***as down to ride, I ain't gotta lie
You would think your bitch love me when she calling my phone
She keep blowing up my shit, I told her, "Leave me alone"
This bitch wanted me to fuck, I only wanted the dome
Heard his n***as talking shit, but they don't want no smoke
When I get that fuckin' mop, it's a different approach
N***as think that they a giant, but they really a roach
N***as choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope
No reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang

[Hook : Young Renton]
Hang around a lot of annoying ass crackers
Yah, yah, yah annoying ass crackers
You might have a penis, I don't
But I have a gun
I call it Thomas McCourt
Because my choppa hate Sheahans

Hang around a lot of annoying ass crackers
Yah, yah, yah annoying ass crackers
You might have a penis, I don't
But I have a gun
I call it Edward Smith
Because my choppa hate Sheahans