[Intro]
MikeMadeThe808s

[Chorus: FG Famous]
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah

[Verse 1: FG Famous]
Boy talkin' like you rob will get your stupid ass stepped on
Cutter work like a saw, bullets rippin' through your teflon
Send fifty through the car, I bet I leave your fuckin' neck gone
Like grrah grrah grrah, then we back home
Pussy you know what up, fuck all that gangster shit you talkin' 'bout
Ain't no need to front, just like a bitch you like to run your mouth
This forty got a dick, you my lil slut, I'm finna raw you out
This bitch can flip a truck, you really fucked, I doubt you make it out
That's how it's gotta happen, I'm smashing you right in traffic
Pull on side him, let him have it, watch the chopper do the ratchet
Ain't no lackin', you know what'll happen so I'm packin'
Only right I keep it with me, any day shit'll get tragic
So, I oughta tell you I ain't worried homie
We strapped bad, you see this cutter with the curve on it
Yeah this bitch hold thirty-three, that's Larry Bird on 'em
Make me send a purge on 'em
Nick gon' spray this bitch, I send a word on you
[Chorus: FG Famous]
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
Stay out my way, might up the dick, let it take a piss
Youngan, how many shots you got? fourteen more than eighty-six
Ain't no playin' 'round, man down, I'ma break your shit
This cutter make you close your eyes just like you finna make a wish
This for them pussy n***as actin' like they with the shits
I got a hundred rounds, this the rod I'm goin' fishing with
Bitch you layin' down, if we catch you, we gon' split your shit
That's a man down, plenty shots so we ain't missin' shit
What's up with them slabs homie? we gon' come and see 'bout that
We ain't passin' words homie, bitch come get at me 'bout that
Clip come with a curve on it, you want play with me 'bout that
They know we'll swerve on 'em, bitch you better be 'bout that, yeah
I heard a n***a wanna murder me
Comin' with extensions, Scottie Pippen, bitch that's thirty-three
Fuckin' with the Youngan, pussy you gon' need some surgery
And I ain't hard to find, you ain't even gotta search for me, yeah
[Chorus: FG Famous]
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah
Fuck all that mouthin', we gon' swerve on 'em, yeah
Hop out with cutters with the curves on 'em, yeah, yeah
Boy hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me
I got shooters gon' come shoot with me, yeah