We got guns We make pussies run We do all this shit just for fun If I catch chandler bennet he’s done You got glocks? We got a ton Do this shit even tho I’m young Watch what you say watch your tongue Get it chopped off That boy ain’t hard he soft Fuck with yj and you gonna fuckin drop All of us ain’t scared to up the chop All of us ain’t scared to shoot a opp Hit that goofy right up in the top If he lives bet all the dissin gonna stop Ay that glock make him fucking hop Speak on the gang let it pop This song better be a bop Hit that boy up with the mop Make him hit the ground and flop Your a fucking goof Throw a Molotov at your roof Knock out your fucking tooth Mess around I’ll let it shoot Stomp on his face with my boot Take all his shit take his loot That boy a goof yute But I can’t lie his girlfriend kinda cute I’m trynna smash I ain’t trynna put it in your ass I be smoking on that grass Like it be a fuckin task Run in his crib with a mask And I’m taking all his shit I ain’t gonna ask You trynna fuck I ain’t gonna pass Your mom got a big old mass You ain’t making no cash let this glock blast Leave him in a cast Yeah leave him in the past Whip this bitch well I’m off the gas Bro tryna scrap beat his ass then take him off the map Y’all know we don’t cap got the blade on my lap