[Intro: Capo]
Phew, phew, Gang, ayy, ayy
Cap, phew, Gang

[Chorus: Pun]
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play

[Verse 1: Pun]
Ridin' with the Glory Gang
And we 'bout to hit a stain
Knockin' n***as out they brain
All we left was blood stain
Now, we on the way to keishas
About to hit her and release her
Call Capo, call the Glo Gang
Yeah, we about to run a train
Nah, boy you fuckin' with a man
Got a hundred off these bricks
'Bout to show you magic tricks
You fuckin' with the real Migos, nah, no Versace, bitch
'Bout to hit you with this tip
Yeah, I'm talkin' hallows, bitch
I ain't really with the dissin' but you fuckin' with the Chi'
Now, you 'bout to find out how real killers ride
Ain't no jealousy, real n***as fuck with me
And we shoot for free
Pellin' n***as heads
With my family, I don't cry
[Bridge: Pun & Capo]
Boom boom
Take it easy fake ass rappers
Claimin' our shit
We the real Amigos, bitch
Ayy, Cap let's get this Jeep on these bitch ass n***as

[Chorus: Pun]
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play

[Verse 2: Capo]
Fuck n***a I'm about that gunplay (Gunplay)
Send a hit his ass be dead by sunday (Or monday)
It don't matter he gon be that one thing (One thing)
Pull up on my porsh shootin' up your hyundai (His hyundai)
Got that bitch drunk in love like Beyonce (Beyonce)
I ain't sellin no liquor or no Bombay (No Bombay)
You ain't totin 50's boy
Can't shoot no guns that it ain't no brawling with me boy
I get laughed at, you get blasted at (Pow pow)
5k for them features, man I'm passed that
Remember boy you kiss and how about Cap been smash that
She make you looking bad but at instagram you get laughed at
Bitch glo gang worth the millions
I ain't killing no civilians
I'm killing n***as who killing children
N***as they ain't in they feelings
[Chorus: Pun]
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play
Got them killers on my side, got them felons when I ride
Got this .40 on my waist and I'm tryna catch a case
I aim about the race, got a 100 for the case
About to raise the murder rate, bitch, we 'bout that gun play