[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n***as in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 1: Yowda]
I don't fuck with no square n***as, I carry Glocks by the pair n***a
MAC-90 with a hair trigger, I can use this to embarrass n***a
Ain't nothin' 'bout me scared n***a, I shoot first 'cause I don't care n***a
N***as talkin' 'bout jackin' me, I'll happily dare n***as
Hoes jock 'cause I'm a rare n***a
Bricks in the trunk, fuck a spare n***a
Got a four-five and a Glock forty
When them hoes come out they share n***as
I ain't shootin' in the air n***a
I'm aimin' at your hair n***a
N***as solid 'til they catch a bullet
Man them ten fragments will tear n***as
Fuck a bitch and a bitch n***a
Ridin' 'round with that stick n***a
Motherfucker got a kick n***a
Close range it'll flip n***as
Take a shell for my shit n***a
Ride or die for my clique n***a
N***as say they gon' catch me slippin'
They'll fuck around and catch a clip n***a
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n***as in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
We ain't with all of that talk or nothin'
Pork chop, swat or diss you
Still yellin' fuck the opposition
You ain't got a biscuit you ain't hoppin' in it
SK done got a lot of kicking
Forty pop, got a wild extension
Conversate about stick talk
Let's chop it up with these choppers n***a
Had a deuce five when I was thirteen
Junior high, got it dirt cheap
Homie popped another homie with it
First time I seen a n***a's shirt bleed
Said they down for that fat thang
Four nick, it revolve though
Caught the gang with a cinnabun
It's some other shit, he took 'em all though
Leezy ridin' with that FN, he got a pole on him that'll sing too
Blood said he got a Draco for like twelve hundred, I'ma need two
Me and Shooter Gang breeze through
Car doors what we eat through
Car doors what we eat through
Bitch n***a get his cheap chew
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n***as in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 3: We-G WaK]
Glock forty with the thirty extension
Beam on it, I ain't doin' much missin'
Spot the opposition, chopper get to spittin'
Murk the witness, ain't no time for snitching
Grip on it, it ain't doin' much kicking
N***as bitches so they shots be missing
Creep up in the kitchen while you washing dishes
Is that your n***a, you can die with him
Put his ass on ice when this fire hit him
These twin nickels have recoil
Had to posture up when I fire with 'em
I slide through with that metal tin n***a
And dump shots, now your melon split n***a
You new n***as on some new shit
And I don't fuck around with all that tellin' shit n***a
Coppin' all these Dracos, got a n***a feelin' like Rambo
The bitch came with two clips, a shoulder straps, and a box full of ammo
N***as talk about its on sight but I'm sliding n***a
Get a lil' thot bitch to find out where these n***as hidin' n***a
[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot n***as in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it