Everywhere I go I’m always on the ready Reach my hand and grip the grip always keep it steady Blow em up watch em pop call that shit confetti Cut em down call it machete Walk-in through the aisle I could buy the whole market I’m aiming at the roof pull the shoot and land on target You can look Look but you can’t touch Fuck a jury im the judge And ima keep a grudge On anyone who hated on me in high school at lunch You laughed in my face said gucc like a butt Say Lucci when you say my name Or have respect for my gun