[Intro]
G.U.N. geekin' up
Caliber
Uh

[Verse 1: G.U.N.]
Her legs up like a Tesla
Smokin' gas like my n***a, like a wrestler
She gon' suck on that meat like a leech, yeah
Pass my bruh the .223, it's gon' speak, yeah
(Damn, they know they got me fucked up)
Turn the car down, molly got you fucked up
Stupid killed that shit, boy got you geeked up
Fuck that bitch and make her sing like Aretha, uh

[Chorus: G.U.N.]
Her legs up like a Tesla
I smoke gas, this shit nothin' but pressure
Knew we had to bless you
He talkin' so we left him on a stretcher

[Verse 2: G.U.N.]
Huh, if it's up there then it's pressure
Lift the door up, get to bustin' out the Tesla
Reincarnate of Hugh Hefner
Don't do the racks, put the rest up
Pick your ho up, let her roll up all the extra
Need two Backwoods in the morning just for breakfast
Then I put dick in her guts
Came with gang but it's really just us
Don't worry 'bout what's in my cup
Shawty wanna hang, wanna kick it, no punt
Big ice on my neck, new freezer
When I walk in, make a bitch a seizure
Then I'm walking bank when I walk into Neimans
That watch is four racks 'cause these n***as be leechin'
Yeah, stomp your ass out like a welcome mat
Fuck on his bitch at one time, I ain't comin' back
Say he want smoke, well his smoke, I'ma tax for that
Price go up and down just like jumping jacks
Hit it from the back then I put it on Snapchat
Took a few losses but I'm always gon' snap back