[Intro: FBG Young]
I think I gotta, uh, bar for bar it, though
Yeah, woo
Yeah, woo, woo
Yeah, yeah
Huh, my shorties walk up, they on that (What they do?)
Better duck, duck or get wet (Grrah)
My shooters, they aim at your neck (Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo ($B)

[Chorus: FBG Young & FBG Dutchie]
Huh, yeah, huh
My shorties walk up, they on that (What they do?)
My shooters, they aim at your neck (Grrah)
So ya better duck or get wet (Doo doo doo)
Huh, yeah
I'm running right off with your check (Vrrm)
Taking your bitch, break her back (Back)
Filled up my cup with Hi-Tech (Yeah)
Huh, ayy-yeah (Doo doo doo)
Pull up with 'K, make a mess (Grrah)
Pull off, we leaving you stretched (Glah)
Man down, you know it's a death (Grrah)
Huh, huh (Bah, bah)
My shorties, they walk up on that (Drrah)
My shorties, they thirsty, on that (Drrah)
Them hollows, they burn through your flesh (Grrah)
[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
Huh, huh (Bitch)
My shorties, they walk up on that (Drrah)
[?] aim at your neck (Drrah)
So soon as you duck, you get splacked (Drrah)
Huh, dah (Gang)
But that MAC going off like brrat (Brrat)
Hit a n***a up dead in his back (Dead in his back)
Yeah, n***a, get back (Get back)
Pussy, pull up, we let poles off (Baow)
You know I had to give my lil' role out (Ow)
Lil' bitch take her lil' clothes (Wow)
You know I had to give her [?] (Argh)
On the block, I ain't got no [?] (Ow)
Only hard, but I got my lil' bro out (Wow)
One of the shorties with no balls (Wow)
And if your ass don't, then that your loss (Glaow, b–, baow, baow)

[Chorus: FBG Young, FBG Dutchie & FBG Duck]
Huh, yeah, huh
My shorties walk up, they on that (What they do?)
My shooters, they aim at your neck (Grrah)
So ya better duck or get wet (Like drrah)
Huh, yeah (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I'm running right off with your check (Vrrm)
Taking your bitch, break her back (Back)
Filled up my cup with Hi-Tech (With Hi-Tech)
Huh, ayy-yeah (Doo doo doo)
Pull up with 'K, make a mess (Grrah)
Pull off, we leaving you stretched (Glah)
Man down, you know it's a death (Grrah)
Huh, huh (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
My shorties, they walk up on that (Drrah)
My shorties, they thirsty, on that (Drrah)
Them hollows, they burn through your flesh (Grrah)
(FBG, bitch)
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Gang-gang)
Bitch, I'm [?] fuck off a check, huh (Woo)
Just got some head from my ex, huh
She sucked my dick like a vet, huh (Ooh)
Huh, hm, hm, hm, hm
She might get Louie for that (Bitch)
Told her she slob on my dick (Bitch)
She gotta clean her up mess (Ooh)
Huh, nah, bitch
I told you that you don't want smoke with us (Bitch)
Shoot 'til your motherfuckin' head is swollen up (Brrah)
Nah, shoot 'til your head is opened up, bitch
Huh, huh
Them n***as better watch how they approachin' us (For real)
Really, them n***as don't even want smoke with us (Nah)
I ain't gotta talk, them n***as know what's up, fuck? (Money)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Huh, yeah, huh
My shorties walk up, they on that (What they do?)
My shooters, they aim at your neck (Grrah)
So ya better duck or get wet (Doo doo doo)
Huh, yeah
I'm running right off with your check (Vrrm)
Taking your bitch, break her back (Back)
Filled up my cup with Hi-Tech (Yeah)
Huh, ayy-yeah (Doo doo doo)
Pull up with 'K, make a mess (Glah)
Pull off, we leaving you stretched (Glah)
Man down, you know it's a death (Grrah)
Huh, huh
My shorties, they walk up on that (Yeah)
My shorties, they thirsty, on that (Yeah)
Them hollows, they burn through your flesh (Glah)
[Verse 3: FBG Young]
I Wok' my pop, yuh (Uh, yuh)
I dirtied my Glock, yuh (Uh, yuh)
That bitch pop, yeah (Uh, yuh)
Opened up your piñata-ata-ata
I bump your ho, yeah (Uh, yuh)
She gave me top, yeah (Uh, yuh)
Fuck [?] to cash out on [?] ('Cause she did)
Huh, foe 'nem pull up, make a mess (A mess)
Takin' your head off your neck (GoDumb)
You wastin' your bread on that vest (You did)
Foe 'nem went right, I went left (Uh, yuh)
Them hollows rip right through your chest (Dah)
TW, they do it the best (They do)
I told them want top, nothin' less (Ooh)
When I go, put that lean in my IV (Drank)
Change my name and put "Real N***a" on my ID (On foe 'nem)
Bury me on the block, bitch, come find me (The S)
Pull up [?] if you disrespect (Huh?)
Foe 'nem pop out with them Tecs (Bah)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Huh, yeah, huh
My shorties walk up, they on that (Uh, yuh)
My shooters, they aim at your neck (Uh, yuh)
So ya better duck or get wet (Uh, yuh)
Huh, yeah
I'm running right off with your check (Uh, yeah)
Taking your bitch, break her back (Uh-huh, uh, yeah)
Filled up my cup with Hi-Tech (Uh, yeah, huh, doo doo doo shit, gang)
Huh, ayy-yeah
Pull up with 'K, make a mess (GoDumb, bitch)
Pull off, we leaving you stretched
Man down, you know it's a death
Huh, huh
My shorties, they walk up on that (Ayy, yeah)
My shorties, they thirsty, on that
Them hollows, they burn through your flesh (Yeah)

[Outro: FBG Young]
Huh, huh
Ooh, woo wop, the wop, the wop, the bam
Ooh, this Glock don't jam
[?] shit [?], uh, yeah
This Glock, it don't jam
[?] shoot
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo