Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo)
Fuck these n***as at holmes, yeah, grrr

[Verse]
Rob cuz he got Suged
I got the red beam, Riding Hood
Im from a place, Wish a n***a would
Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood
Shooting at n***as like the Army would
Is that n***a breathing? He hardly could
That n***a bluffing know that he not a plug
The pack in (?) a jugg
Walk down on your man wit a G-lock
Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks
Sixth Grade, wooping n***as for G-Shock
(Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop
Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock
I got the birds, n***a no peacock
You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks
Pistol at the baby its (?)
Go to work like I play for the Nationals
Gun got a switch, but its not compatible
White plug keep calling me radical
In the city do a hit at the capital
I love the beams, but the scope is tactical
Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!"
No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral
I heard that lil n***a got work and we backing him
He acting like he'll shoot or sum
That n***a keep bluffing, we shoot her son
I got me a mac with he cooling gun
In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done"
He talk on the internet make it worse
Might shoot his Grandmother and take her purse
I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt
I got a big dog, but the cage will work
I still want to know what you acting hard for when you ain't hop off the porch
Where was you when (?) was going through, yal n***as was playing sports
He was confused and (?) get bullet wounds, and out here you playing fort
Heard lil cuz just trying to eat off my plate, imma stab his ass wit a fork