[Intro: FBG Duck]
You wanna play? I'ma show you how we get it rockin'
If you don't come with that money, then I'ma show you how we get it poppin'
Bitch, I'm James Harden with this rocket
You wanna play?
[Verse 1: 360 Pooh]
If you want a war, let's get it poppin' (Let's do it)
Fuck them .40's, send them choppers
Sendin' n***as to the doctor
Pistol whip him 'til his head turn a different color, Dennis Rodman (Woo)
Bitch, I'm a problem
.40 with a fifty trippin', all you gon' see is n***as droppin'
And I'm with some n***as, that if you don't get the picture
They shootin' and killin' n***as' mamas (Let's go)
Get hit with the llama, we let it spark in the city
They know the squad is 360 (Squad)
Get changed if you diss me
Had a shootout with some n***as, I thought he had aim, but he missed me (Hahaha, see you)
These n***as be actors, Robert De Niro (Pussy-ass n***a)
My n***as rob for dinero, sparkin' the metal
Yeah, you rap, but not on my level (Nah)
Boy, I'm spittin' hot as the Devil
Come and take a ride through the jungle
You-You-You-You won't survive in the jungle (Nah)
Boy, you can die in the jungle (Yeah)
You had a chance, I let you play on the field, n***as threw you the ball and you fumbled (Fuck outta here)
No, we not linkin' up and no, I don't wanna meet ya (No)
Close my eyes, I don't wanna see ya (No)
Don't wanna be ya (No)
Everything you rappin' is garbage, so you know I don't want no feature (Fuck outta here)
We can get it crackin' in this bitch, you actin' like you want some action in this bitch
I'm on your bumper like it's traffic in this bitch (Woo)
Clap a n***a if he lackin', this a hit
I'm packin' the MAC and if it's beef, I'ma whack a n***a quick
I ain't duckin' from a motherfucker (No), catch a slug from us
[?] got it on him, so I keep him close, that's my blood brother
You don't get no love from us, better run from us (Nah)
'Cause all my n***as ready to catch a body, they got guns on 'em (Gang)
Tell us how you want it
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
You fuck around and get murdered (Murdered)
You act like we ain't them n***as that you n***as heard of (Pussy)
Come to your mama house, promise "Don't worry"
"We here for your son, I swear we won't hurt ya" (Shit)
If he don't show, then you worry 'bout hearses (Bitch)
Whole lot of thirsty shooters, aim perfect (Glaow)
You the one made that decision
I just wanna know was the shit— (Woo)
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
You wanna play?
Okay, pussy, let's play then
None of you n***as is safe then (None)
You wanna play so much, then you should've went and bought a playpen (You should've had a son!)
You wanna play? I'ma show you how we get it rockin'
If you don't come with that money, then I'ma show you how we get it poppin' (Brrt, 'rrah)
Bitch, I'm James Harden with this rocket (Bah)
You wanna play?
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Have you ever been inside of a trunk?
Headshot, left slumped? (Bah)
Three days later, they find you smellin' like a skunk? (Shit)
Pussy n***a, huh? (Huh?)
You keep playin', that's the shit that's gon' happen (Period)
I can show you better than I can tell (I'm serious)
12 get up on me, I gotta bail (Damn)
They got too close, it's a shootout with 12 (Shit)
But fuck that (But fuck it)
Where my motherfuckin' money at? (Money)
You keep playin', you won't get your auntie (Pussy)
Your cousin or your motherfuckin' mommy back (Pussy)
I ain't tryna hear none of that (Nah)
You is a motherfuckin' liar (Liar)
Just to be quiet, holes left in him, same size as a tire (Damn)
Bro from the jungle (Jungle) and right now, in here with too many gorillas (Gorillas)
And I'm from the zoo (Zoo), so that mean we got too many killers
I don't know about you, but y'all n***as hang with too many bitches (Bitch)
And n***a you fu 'cause your name was on a statement that was written (Money)
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
You fuck around and get murdered (Murdered)
You act like we ain't them n***as that you n***as heard of (Pussy)
Come to your mama house, promise "Don't worry"
"We here for your son, I swear we won't hurt ya" (Shit)
If he don't show, then you worry 'bout hearses (Bitch)
Whole lot of thirsty shooters, aim perfect (Glaow)
You the one made that decision
I just wanna know was the shit— (Woo)
[Chorus: FBG Duck]
You wanna play?
Okay, pussy, let's play then
None of you n***as is safe then (None)
You wanna play so much, then you should've went and bought a playpen (You should've had a son!)
You wanna play? I'ma show you how we get it rockin'
If you don't come with that money, then I'ma show you how we get it poppin' (Brrt, 'rrah)
Bitch, I'm James Harden with this rocket (Bah)
You wanna play?
