[Verse 1]
BITCH!
Calling and ripping through my precisions
I'm killing, lyrical villain, I'm higher, touchin' the ceilin'
I'm willing to fucking win this, I'm in this to finish n***as for dinner
I'm fuckin' sinnin', begin to look out below to your temple (boom!)
I call back, September, October, November, December
You faggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter
Rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey
If I was starting to overlook me
No contest, I arm wres, monster on his Loch Ness
Got more than one penis, hoochies hop up on my crotches
Spotless, fucking a conscious goddess
In the darkness, latches and harness is all set, I got this
Heartless, congress, condoms, working on a topless
[?] The compass is directing, secting
I get carried away with the sexting, complexing
She's yours, I'm annexing

[Hook]
I got a gun (I cock it back)
I got a gun (Better wear your strap)
I got a gun (N***a, don't get clapped)
You better run (See it in my lap)
I got a gun (N***a, got my gun)
I got a gun (N***a, this shit fun)
I got a gun (I'ma kill that bitch)
You better run
[Verse 2]
Left Brain is my Lex Luger, bitch I'm Waka Flocka
Over the stove, mixing music in a pot of rasta pasta
Swag me the fuck out, I stash my dirty money at Cassie's house
Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth, 120 degrees [?] pistol holster's pouch
Radness of warriors, jewlery store, gory whores
Bloody and lovely, Wolf Gang coyote ugly
I'm a wild animal, bitch, I can't be tamed
Or identified, or better, even named
And ho, that's a shame, shoulda applied more effort in this game
Yeah, call me Acronym Jim, keep my Beretta in my burgundy Tim

[Hook]

[Outro]
Shoot that n***a, make sure he dead
Shoot that n***a, aim for his head
Kill that bitch and steal her purse
Call everybody here her phone if that mothafucka works
Take that, bitch, $40 a month