[Intro: FBG Duck, FBG Dutchie, and FBG Duck & FBG Dutchie]
To tell you the truth about n***as who sneak diss... No homo, them n***as can suck my dick, man
Straight up, man
I'm tryna tell these n***as, like— (Sneak dissing is a ugly trait, you bastard)
I mean, Fly Boy Gang
Let's get it, L's
Let's go
FBG shit
FBG, bitch, yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Gang, gang
Gang, gang (Let's get it)
(SnapBackOnDaTrack)

[Chorus: FBG Duck, Billionaire Black & FBG Dutchie]
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Click-clack, boom how them guns go (Two Times)
Guns blow, gun range, gun show (Shout out number 1, they killing shit, for real, for real)
Honestly, they don't really want smoke (Aight, aight)
Honestly, they don't really want smoke

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
Brrat, brrat, brrat how that TEC go (How that TEC go)
Hit him in his tonsils, where his neck go? (Where his neck go?)
Brrat, brrat, more brrat, hit the deck, Cole (More brrat, more brrat)
What's that, Cole? Broski, let the MAC blow (Grrah)
Anti-fuck n***a (N***a), fuck you fuck n***as (Fuck you fuck n***as)
Non-shootin' jerk balls, get fucked, n***a (Get fucked, n***a)
Android dipshits, get touched, n***a (Get touched, n***a)
And I ain't talmbout broski Duck, n***a (That's number 3)
What down, clown? Hope you can take shots (Uh-huh)
And X man upstairs, fuck a face shot (Fucker)
Or them headshots (Uh-huh) without the red dot (Red dot)
FBG, bitch, we on fire, but the land hot
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Click-clack, boom how them guns go (Billionaire)
Guns blow, gun range, gun show (Billionaire, gang)
Honestly (Billionaire), they don't really want smoke (They don't want smoke)
Honestly (Billionaire, Billionaire), they don't really want smoke (Ballout)

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
See, the watch on my wrist cost a condo (Them bands)
Call my hitters up, we finna hit the gun store (Let's shop)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), and we gunnin', n***a (Yeah)
Click-clack, bang, boom, boom, now he runnin', n***a (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Roll up that dope, Kush my face, still smokin' Sour (That loud)
Fresh off a hit, Young smell like gunpowder (Number 1)
I rock with real n***as (Uh-huh), I don't fuck with cowards (At all)
And red beam, I can hit you from the clouds, bruh (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Call up my top shooter, Muscles steady shootin' shit (Ayy, Muscles)
FTO, fuck the opps, whoever you with (Die Y)
Fifty-shot jock longer than a pool stick (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
And I ain't got aim (At all), but that's a guarantee that you hit (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: FBG Duck, Billionaire Black & FBG Young]
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Click-clack, boom how them guns go (Yeah)
Guns blow, gun range, gun show (It's Young)
Honestly, they don't really want smoke (Number 1, man)
Honestly, they don't really want smoke (L's)
[Verse 3: FBG Young]
I'm ridin' with some real, I can't fuck with fake (Skrrt)
Tell 'em free my homies, I can't fuck with Jakes (CPDK)
The ones say they real, they really ain't (Stop flexin')
Lyin', sayin' they real, but they really ain't
I be smokin' loud with my gangsters (Them my hitters, man)
Your bitch D-T-T, pass her just like a flanker (Do the team)
All I smoke is that dope (That dope), that strong (That strong), Kurt Angle (It's gone)
Shout out to BT 'cause he'll leave you stinkin' (That's my shooter)
All I want O-P-P T-O-P and get Franklins (Opp top)
Kush got me in that attic (I'm gone, I'm gone), shotty knock him to that basement (He dead)
Blood in my eyes, I ain't fearin' no n***a (At all)
STL 063, them St. Lawrence villains (L's, L's, L's)

[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke

[Verse 4: FBG Duck]
The reason that I rob is because I need more cake
N***as say they eatin', I need everything on your plate (Let's get it)
What you gonna do when I pop up in your face? (Uh-huh)
They don't want smoke, I got that .40 in my North Face (Boom, boom, boom)
N***as talkin' crazy, must be high off that coke (High off that coke)
Catch his ass in traffic (In traffic), boom (Boom), then go (Yoom)
Must've lost his mind (His mind) or he got to be slow (He slow)
'Cause I got that .4-0, flame his ass up like dope (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
They done made me do it, so let's talk about these streets (Streets)
Lot of n***as play hard (Play hard), they don't want no beef (At all)
Better keep it cool (Cool) 'fore their life be over (It's over)
Tell them hang that shit up like they tryna put up a poster, L's
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Click-clack, boom how them guns go
Guns blow, gun range, gun show
Honestly, they don't really want smoke
Honestly, they don't really want smoke