[Part 1: My Gun]

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Sweeper Baby
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah, boom
Better get out the—
Grrah, grrah
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

[Chorus]
In the party I'm bringin' my gun
Get to flockin' 'cause I'm not with nun'
I'm tryna tell 'em, "It's not what you want"
I'm like, "Bro why you chiefin' that shit?"
I'm tryna tell 'em to pass me the blunt
I spend a bag up at Neimans and shit
They tryna see what I spend in a month
In the party I'm flockin' my gun
He catch a shot tryna ask where I'm from
Like, don't give me a reason and shit
So many blocks everyday gettin' spun
Like, I know she a thootie and shit
She shakin' her booty and showin' her tongue (Bitch)
Like why the D'z tryna catch me and shit?
I can't let them get me 'cause I'm on the run
[Verse 1]
With the bros, word to bro, we be scorin'
Spin through that block from the night to the mornin'
I'm like Tatum, flockin' from Boston
I'm off a perc, how I end up in Courtlandt?
Fuck with a Sweeper? Better move cautious
Don't get Jay fever back up on that—
Like, back up on that bullshit
I bend through blocks, word to bro I'ma torcher

[Verse 2]
He downtown, he don't peep that we caught him
He keep tryna duck, tryna bend with a Taurus
Out the stoley might flick out the foreign
Beam on his back, tryna give him a warnin'
Blue beam, watch when I'm tossin'
Fuck, red beam I think I saw him
Damn, green beam, this shit not workin'
He gettin' away, I think that we just lost him

[Chorus]
Get to flockin' 'cause I'm not with nun'
I'm tryna tell 'em, "It's not what you want" (At all, at all)
I'm like, "Bro why you chiefin' that shit?"
I'm tryna tell 'em to pass me the blunt
I spend a bag up at Neimans and shit
They tryna see what I spend in a month
In the party I'm flockin' my gun
He catch a shot tryna ask where I'm from
Like, don't give me a reason and shit
So many blocks everyday gettin' spun
Like, I know she a thootie and shit
She shakin' her booty and showin' her tongue
Like why the D'z tryna catch me and shit?
I can't let them get me 'cause I'm on the run
[Outro]
(Like why the D'z tryna catch me and shit?
I can't let them get me 'cause I'm on the run)

[Part 2: Bad Day]

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah grrah boom
Better get out the—
Three opps died, lost bro to the—
Shut the fuck up
Grrah, grrah grrah
Better get out the—
Like
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Three opps died, why the fuck is they cappin'?
EK shot, Mikey, stabbed 'em
And Drako he popped, n***a don't got no back-end
M Row tried to run, how the fuck I ain't clap him?
Mikey was cool, I used to dap him
We used to close before I was blastin'
Lil' Nay he a bitch, like why he be chattin'?
Like I never heard about you gettin' active
Like why the fuck DudeyLo in y'all vids'?
Both of y'all n***as need to spin my block
Don't make us talk on the shit that we did
M Row got thrown on the A-T, got hopped
Like why the fuck they keep suckin' on dick?
Smokin' on Sammy, fuck E with the Dot
TMB Del tryna get a lil' clout
Why did he run when he got on his block?
Why AJ Wvtts keep on sayin' my name?
How can I beef with a n***a who shot?
Dissin' my guys tryna get a lil' fame
Bet it ain't funny when I Notti Bop
I bet lil' DD won't get on the train
When he lost his twin, know that n***a was shocked
I know DudeyLo havin' thoughts in his brain
It's they fault that they couldn't save E with the Dot
Sugarhill Mel put the pole to his brain
And Bloodie was not there to tell him to stop
Depression is real, go and check on ya gang
Suicide real and the 'Hill got alot
Don't worry lil' DD because Edot with Caine
And now he can go visit DudeyLo pops
Why they keep puttin' n***as on they chain?
But they ain't choose to save 'em and that show a lot
N***as I grew with, they really ain't gang
They said when they catch me, gon' do me like Pop
Come to my block you gotta be insane
'Cause you know the Sweeps got the brooms and the mops