Yeah

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]
If its on dun, come with it
No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!
I gets down, I'm with it
No matter what I'm flippin
See this gun that I'm grippin
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

[Verse 1: G.O.D Father Part III]
You n***as want it
I got it, got it ready to give it to ya
Full blast empty reloaded controller set fast
Bitches get whiplash tryin to catch a quick glance
No time for romance, strenght like conan
Compare me to no man get with the program
Or get found somewhere in no-mans land
Never half step, slip get clapped up
Dont act up, I hit like a mack truck you want get back up
Light yo back up, its death when I map up
We mobb n***a force my hand he get jacked up
Applause for the cause you be in critical clapped up
Your body wrapped up (yeah) in a body cas-tah!
[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]
If its on dun, come with it
No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

[Verse 2: Ty Nitty]
(Jump Off N***a...What Up..IM3...yeah...what up)
Ayo, jump off n***a
You ain't gone do shit
That ice grill you wearing don't scare me you lil' bitch
This ain't no movie script, this is real life
Ayo I'll catch you at the red light and give it to you right
You be layed out homie
Like Harold was a menus (what up!)
Brace you self, get the fuck up out the car
You know what it is, drop the keys on the floor
Your guts, your blood, all over the pavement
Soon you seen us pull up
You know you in danger
You crumbled up,(crumbled up) jumpin' in back of your truck
You scary ass n***a, your ass out of luck

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]
If its on dun, come with it
No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
(Yeah...ayo... here it go...what up)
I'll get right down to business
We hands on n***as
I gotta be involved, gotta get mines (or I'm flippin)
What the fuck I look like, lettin you run around just living
What you think we infamous for
I'm about to show betrim
N***a I ain't cut from cloth or cut from strands
Of DNA that will have bush shitting in his pants
P and H proved we can do this for years
We got lil n***as just finding out who we is
We got them bitches that jump on other n***as dicks
They feel like idiots when they hear our new shit (BITCH!)
We mobstas and gangstas boy
Every body in the world better know my voice
I am the news, we are whats happening now
I am the reasons these n***as having doubts
Ya'll know the reasons why y'all ain't coming around
Cause we are the faces you see when bullets take you out

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]
If its on dun, come with it
No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!
I gets down, I'm with it
No matter what I'm flippin
See this gun that I'm grippin
I'm about to throw the clip in and
EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!
EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!