[Intro]
Gang, brrra
(You already know what the fuck goin' on, n***a)
Mr. Bounce Out with that .44, n***a
Ayy, gang
Hoodzone Productions (Hoodzone Productions)
Baow (Gang)

[Verse]
Fuck a beat, I ain't had to beat no case
N***as snitchin' on Lil Nahmir, watch them bullets heat his face
If you loccin', watch I'll put you in your motherfuckin' place and
Bitch, you know I tote this Glock, I don't tote no .38s
On the block, bitch I keep a mop
Run up, you get dropped
Fuck the cops
Go to 5-1-0, we sliding on the opp
That's on my momma, keep a .9 like Rondo
Clip whole 39
Turn his limb into some chicken, watch them bullets hit his fries
I'm the boss, I can't take no loss but I'll take your life
If you loafing in that prison then I'm sending that kite
Whatchu think I bought this gun for? I ain't tryna fight (N***a)
Try to diss me in a song, I bet my shooter get you right
If you talking, we pop up, we clapping, no need for that acting
Say my n***as in love with that action, tote pistols in traffic
Got it on me, run up and I'm sparkin'
Shoot shit like I'm Harden
Roll a blunt, we shooting at targets (Roll a blunt, n***a)
Loud smell like we fartin' it
N***as thinkin', but it's still free Tay-K
I ain't diss in him in no song, but yeah, you n***as hella gay
Tryna start some shit up for some mother fucking fame
N***as talking, I walk up and sent some shots up at they brain, n***a
[Outro]
Ayy, gang
N***as already know what the fuck going on, n***a
Mr. Bounce Out with that mothafuckin' .44, n***a
N***a, try me, I'ma flip your shit, n***a
On gang, n***a
Brrra, bow, bow, bow