Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy 
Bitch, you know that Im tough like a refugee 
Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me 
I was only fifteen with a felony 
Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked 
Big ass Crip, but its blood on the set 
Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check 
How he gon breathe when I shot him in the neck? 
Yeah, the opps stay famous, I put em on TV
Its a house on my neck and its filled with VVs 
I walked down on him and he didnt even see me 
Hollow tips in this Glock, this shit is not BBs 
Im the only rapper thats down for a body 
I dont need the drugs, I dont need no molly 
Bitch, Im EBK, Ill shoot everybody 
Always got the gun, its glued to my body
Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner 
Gun in the purse like a nigga named Gunna 
Catch him on the E-way, Ima flip the whole Honda 
African shooters, I call em Wakanda 
If he wanna do it, tell him Im ready 
Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti 
Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette 
Bitch, Im Don Dada, my hair be dreaded 
Hold up, on a Perc in this motherfucker
Niggas get dirt in the motherfucker
Get put on a shirt in this motherfucker
If a nigga want smoke, if these niggas want smoke
Ima get his ass hurt in this motherfucker
Big Drac when I slide in the motherfucker 
Nigga play, he dyin in this motherfucker 
If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit
Got the Glock on the hip, Ima shoot that bitch 
AR-15 with the 5.56
If a nigga want smoke, he gon get dismissed 
I dont even got a car, hundred K Audemar
You can see it on my wrist when the bitch glis
Aim got better, Im not gon miss
Why the fuck you got a gun and you know you a bitch? Ayy
Bitch, its too deep, dont get in this water 
If we cant find him, we shoot at his daughter 
I see that hate, but you know I go harder 
Bitch, you my son, you know Im a father 
Lil demon, you can call me a gremlin 
I want the smoke like a motherfuckin chimney 
You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin 
Shotta Fam, extortion, we winnin
Your homie a bitch, you can keep him 
My shooterll die like Latifah 
Take a look in my eyes, Im the reaper 
Bitch, I really dont fuck with them people 
And it can be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people 
Bitch, you know Im gon shoot when I see you
If I was you, I wouldnt want to be you , yeah, yeah
Leave him unrecognized when I do a homi 
Get in a jam and you turn into a gummy 
Slammin on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan 
Ima come with a gun, I call it conjunction 
Bitch shakin ass, what the fuck is you doin? 
I aint chasin hoes, but you know Im pursuin
Im fuckin two hoes, I do it congruent 
If you diss on my name, your life get ruined
Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky 
Dont come too close cause Im clutching my blicky
Got a Glock 26 and it came with a titty 
No Biggie, with the chopper, get to boppin like Diddy 
Bitch, you not robbin shit and I put that on Buddha
I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter
Extended the mag, it look a ruler 
I didnt wanna kill him, but I had to do him
We on the opps ass, man, they want us to let up 
White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup 
The body count keep risin, I done turned into the devil 
They know how we be slidin, bitch, I had to cop a rental 
Choppa, what it is, shorty?
How you bleedin? 
You know I be smoking that Tooky-Took 
She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit 
She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe 
Shoot up his ride, call JiffyLube
The Glock said, Ask that boy is he cool? 
Bustin down his block like an inner tube 
Urus, I might just paint that bitch blue 
He said that I know him, who is you? 
He said he a dog, he a Scooby-Doo
Ima sip lean til Im forty-four 
I was sixteen ridin with a 44
Ima up a handgun at the door
I aint been to the Raq in a lil minute 
But still ride with my shorties, though
Black car, white seats, its an Oreo
Blow him down with twin Glocks, call me Wario, ayy
Fuck everybody
I have the chance, Ill buck everybody 
Sayin fuck me, no, fuck everybody 
Got the pole out, better duck, everybody
Tell him cool down fore he buck his body
Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the Body
Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate his body
His moms pulling up to come okay his body, ah
Shotta Flow 4, huh? 
Ayy