(Intro – Waka Flocka)
I’m clearly crack, ni**as clearly wack
No stainless steel, pistol clearly black
I don’t pop s**t, I got chaps for that
He a shooter, with a shooter
What up, free Diego
What up Kirbo, what up Rooster, free Kenny
Cats tryna bounce, my youngins blamming
(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
I got twin FNs on me, please don’t put your hands on me
No yellow tape, but when you see him I want you to grab homie
But if I see him before you see him then I’ma blam homie
Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me
Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me
Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me
Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me
Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me
(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
Go green light, get him, rush him, f**k him
Stick him, stuck him, grab him, slab him
Rhyming, always keep my pistol handy
Wanna go to war that’s fine and dandy
Easier than snatching up baby candy
Clip big as a baby panda
RIPs are hard to handle
Gucci and a murder scandal
Call my lawyer, f**k a
I’m my own goddamn employer
F**k you pig, go die of cancer
Gucci Mane done killed someone
But f**k that s**t, go light a candle
Tried to wop, I gotta pop
I bet I’m sending out body shots
O’clock, the neighbors heard a lot of shots
Two young ni**as with d**ks attached
Had a note that said come get the best
My man got 200 in it, we shoot out for 40 minutes
Sawed off shotgun, running with it
Who want some can come and get it
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – OG Maco)
Big Guwop, Big homie Flak
And OG Mac got Glocks and gas
Shooters only want a stack
And I’m not even there
Triple threat, ain’t making threats
But Hydro’s ass will leave you wet
Used to play with water guns
Them super soakers just a TEC
Mama always pray for me, but who pray for my enemies?
Banana clip, my rifle be exactly what be
Dirty but it never jam cause I just got the barrel cleaned
Ni**as dissing turn to pictures, got em laughing like
(Repeat Chorus)
