[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Not going to Iran, I'm not going to Iran
Free all the shootas (Yeah)
Never backed down from a man, n***a, I ain't never ran

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Never backed down from a man, n***a, I ain't never ran (No, no)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not goin' to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the bands (Ah)
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah), but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I can't go to war for nobody
Bitch, I got my own bodies (Yeah)
Everybody got a couple skeletons in the closet (Huh?)
Bodiеs go to droppin', it's on and poppin'
Me and my n***as went shoppin' for choppas (Pow)
Bought bombs and bazookas, is that what you want? (Pow, pow)
Life of a snipеr, pray for my rifle
Pray for my rubber then shootin' my rival
I don't go to sleep, I just drink with my Bible
Thinkin' 'bout bringin' home member survivors
Jump off the tower, money and power
Send me to war, but you nothin' but a coward (Woo)
Children in Broward, students at Howard (Yeah)
Play with my life 'cause you feel you in power (Pussy)
Bum in a blouse that blew out our boss
Got caught then got raped then got for tortured for hours
Think I'ma lick, got a stick in my trouser
Reroll machine, I'm piledrivin' the powder
Flag on your casket then send ya some flowers
Gucci on bucket, I'm tellin' ya now (It's Gucci)
I see my opp, then I'm gunnin' him down
Tell my lawyer to start pointin' him out (Him)
Know what he do, so I keep him around (Him)
Gave him the bag and he didn't say a sound
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Never backed down from a man, n***a, I ain't never ran (No, no)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not goin' to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan, I keep flyin' to the bands (Ah)
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah), but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
If that bitch say she want war with me
I'mma come through, give her what she ask
Hood bitch, ride with a pistol on the dash
Hood rich, goin' out, have the money in the stash
If my n***a say go get 'em
I'm gon' roll through that bitch like a tank
I'mma go clear the n***a out like a rake
I'mma go Ape on a n***a like vape
Bitch, I go run through them trenches for real
Thirty-inch hair, but it came for the zeal
If it did look like I'm ready for war
I told 'em, "Yeah I like dressin' to kill"
Chocolate girl, motherland
Flew me out, and got a tan
Before he go and hit the block, I fuck him like he to goin' to Iran (Ah)
Rode that dick like soldier
If it too bomb, I make a n***a blow up
I have a n***a talkin' backwards like Yoda
I ain't never ran from a ho, I show up (Ah)
None of you hoes want smoke
Sayin' you would when we both know you won't
Fuck all that talkin' let's go toe-to-toe
I got a temper, ho, watch your tone (Ah)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & K Shiday]
Never backed down from a man, n***a, I ain't never ran (No)
If they book me for the draft, I'm not going to Iran (No)
Call me Gucci Peter Pan (It's Gucci), I keep flyin' to the bands
I do stunts like Jackie Chan, I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand, I'm so hot, I need a fan (Hot)
I'm so black, can't get no tan (Ah), but I feel like I'm the man
I put diamonds in my bands, ice so cold, can't feel my hands (So icy)

[Verse 3: K Shiday]
Real shooter, been reckless (Uh)
Put them boys on my guest list (Woah)
.50 cal on my resume, 1017 on my necklace (Word)
If I slap a mag and put it in the dirt (Yeah)
It's just automatic reflexes (Woo)
Got two bad bitches from Texas (Yeah)
I might slap a ho if she messy (Ah)
I burn them off for my kids
Damn, I'm legit
Pour the Johnson with the shit (Who?)
I break 'em off like a Kit-Kat
Hard as a brick, ain't got no time for no kickback
I'm a motherfuckin' veteran (Yeah)
Obama is my president (Yeah)
Might pull up to your residence
Friendly fire, bitch, I'm negligent
Open fire, I might fine ya (Woo)
Pin the gun, White House might blind ya (Ooh)
Damn, my conduct so disorderly
I check a n***a quarterly (Mmm)
They closin' up the doors for me (Yup)
Might slip, my drip too watery (Oh)
You can blame it on the saucery (Uh)
Eat a pill, bitch, take it orally