[Intro: Billionaire Black]
"You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes" (Huh?)
(Bang)
"You know why?" (Why? Huh?)
(Bang, bang, bang)
"You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be" (Funny butt)
(Bang, bang)
(Copo, Copo, Copo)

[Chorus: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
We gun a n***a
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as (FBG shit)
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a (FBG, bitch)
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a (L's)
[Verse 1: FBG Duck & FBG Brick]
We gunnin', n***a
I said we gunnin', n***a
I keep it on me, but that don't mean I won't stomp a n***a (Let's get it)
My belt four hundred, n***a
But that's young money, n***a
And middle fingers to all them 300 n***as (Let's get it)
Bitch, I be ballin' hard
And I don't even hoop (Let's go)
I-I'm so fuckin' fly, I need a parachute (Uh-huh)
I be layin' low
'Cause BT'll shoot (Fah)
My hitters on that bullshit, let's send it to the moon (Let's get it)
Walk up in the booth
Told the booth, "Hello" (Hello)
N***as follow my footsteps like my shit stuck to the floor (They copy)
All my verses be cold
That's probably why the mic froze (Shit)
(Number 30, FBG shit)
I be makin' these songs, countin' this money, fuckin' these hoes (L's)

[Verse 2: FBG Brick]
I'm not a fuckin' goofy
I keep the fuckin' toolie (I keep that ratchet)
Let a n***a feel that blender, turn him 'to a smoothie
All these bitches choosin'
And all these n***as lackin'
Either way, OTG, bitch, we gon' get it crackin' (Let's get it)
Shout out to them villains (STL)
Bitch, we play for keeps (OTG)
Up all night and day, bitch, we don't get no sleep
And we gunner n***as
I said we gunner n***as
I FYB his OG, so I can son a n***a (FYB)
Now that's a true gunner (True)
Your bitch a true runner (True)
N***as talkin' drills might not make it to the summer (True)
N***as pure bitches
AKA they pure snitches (They tellin')
I just send my hitters, lay 'em down, then we jumpin' fences, L's
[Chorus: Billionaire Black, Richie Jerk & Both]
We gun a n***a
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a (Stop flexin')
We gunnin' n***as (OTG, bitch)
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a (Aight)
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a

[Verse 3: Richie Jerk & Billionaire Black]
I'm clappin' (Bang, bang)
N-Dot clappin' (Bang, bang)
Dot clappin' (Bang, bang)
Cutthroat clappin' (Bang, bang)
Team No Lackin'
Stop goofy cappin'
I keep a ratchet
I'm 'bout that action
Catch a opp snoozin', you know I'm in that field
My shells tackle him like we in the NFL
I got more bars than a prison, jail
And my flow hot, you would think I live in Hell
They call me Richie Jerk
You know I put in work (Bang, bang)
I let the gun jerk
Boom, boom, he in the dirt
They call me Richie Jerk (Bang, bang)
You know I put in work (Gang)
I let the gun jerk
Boom, boom, he in the dirt
(Billionaire, Billionaire, Ballout)
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Wayne got that move on standby (Ayy, Wayne)
I don't fuck with fuck n***as, so you know I'm anti
You don't want no smoke, ain't tryna start no campfire (At all)
I've been trappin' all night, up like a vampire (Let's get it, let's get it)
I can't rock with you (Why?)
Man, you's a fuckin' goofy (You goofy)
You know I keep that toolie and my life is like a movie (Let's get it)
I'm steady smokin' doobies (That loud)
Me and my n***a Copo
And I be rollin' hard, now I need a water bottle
Said you ain't with the shits (Stop flexin')
You don't want no beef (Stop flexin')
That thirty-clip squeeze
Boom, boom, he hit his knees
Now I'm super fried, eyes lookin' Japanese
Thirty-shot, fifty-shot, hundred-shot MAC with me (Hey)

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
We gun a n***a
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a
We gunnin' n***as
I said we gunnin' n***as
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n***a
You ain't with the shits, you stuntin', n***a

[Verse 5: Lil JoJo & P. Rico]
I'm JoJo (JoJo) and I keep it on me
If a n***a try me, then R.I.P. to homie (Boom, boom, boom)
You ain't on jack, boy
That's just a act, boy
A lot of guns, shells chase you like attack dogs
Catch me in the mall, you know I'm cashin' out
Fam got that bag, that's that shit that I doubt
I don't wanna fuck, shorty, I just want that mouth
And if you playin' with that pussy, then get out my house (Beat it)
Die L's, Lamron, they can suck a dick
L's up for them hitters, that shit'll get you hit

[Outro: Lil JoJo]
Brick Squad, D Block, man
Shout out to STL, man
We in this bitch