[Chorus: FBG Murda]
Everything fast I done got so used to them
Switches they bout be a regular attachment
Ain't pay attention in class I was just good a math
Can count the bullets when I'm blasting
Switches and dracs, I'm 4 deep up in traffic
Lil bro tryna hit at some shi bout a hat
Last n***a played that wrapped his ass in plastic
I dare him come see bout the shit that I'm rapping
[Chorus: Spank]
No I don't fuck with no regular pistols
Every gen that I tote know that bitch automatic
Whenever we see him we leaving him right there
Now everybody tryna see what happened
Hop out on feet we don't shoot from a distance
Give that n***a a closed casket
We just gon spin and keep on spinning
Tryna see who the most active
[Verse 1: FBG Murda]
These n***as know who the slimiest snake
2 deep with 2 buttons just me and lil Spank
Bro banging RGAG, threw back an RP
I'm itching done ran out of drank
I get a drop or a pin and he there when I come
I bet a n***a feel a drac
Don't try to approach me
I'll turn yo lil ass to a beat
N***a mug in this bitch Ima spray
[Verse 1: Spank]
Gon hop out the whip get close
It's that switch on his ass
Just watch how I open his face
Too many n***as getting left
I don't know who to smoke
Can't pick out a Mizzle or Ray
Soon as lil bro come back with them strikes
Just send a location and we on the way
In the booth with lil Murda and 2 guns
If I see lights, immediately go on a chase
[Chorus: FBG Murda]
Everything fast I done got so used to them
Switches they bout be a regular attachment
Ain't pay attention in class I was just good a math
Can count the bullets when I'm blasting
Switches and dracs, I'm 4 deep up in traffic
Lil bro tryna hit at some shi bout a hat
Last n***a played that wrapped his ass in plastic
I dare him come see bout the shit that I'm rapping
[Verse 2: FBG Murda]
Bout hunnid poured up in a two liter
We in a sprinter with nun but killas
Few hunnid chops ain't nun but chops and Glocks
And we ain't smoking nun but Jizzle
He got away when we came through bending his block
Get close next time Ima kill him
I ain't responding them fuck n***as rapping a lie
They ain't shooting shit but a triller
[Verse 2: Spank]
If I don't know nun else I know bullets gon fly
Wherever I see him we drill him
Better not get caught in the mist of that gunfire
Heard a n***a died tryna be in the middle
Know a n***a finna take off with this rap shit
Sooner or later gon touch six figures
Until then, when gon keep pulling moves
And jumping out chasing n***as
[Chorus: FBG Murda]
Everything fast I done got so used to them
Switches they bout be a regular attachment
Ain't pay attention in class I was just good a math
Can count the bullets when I'm blasting
Switches and dracs, I'm 4 deep up in traffic
Lil bro tryna hit at some shi bout a hat
Last n***a played that wrapped his ass in plastic
I dare him come see bout the shit that I'm rapping
[Chorus: Spank]
No I don't fuck with no regular pistols
Every gen that I tote know that bitch automatic
Whenever we see him we leaving him right there
Now everybody tryna see what happened
Hop out on feet we don't shoot from a distance
Give that n***a a closed casket
We just gon spin and keep on spinning
Tryna see who the most active
