Shooting till my motherfuckin' hand fall off
The track stars the gun shot ran y'all off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill y'all and y'all boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fuckin' with the drum major or let me play you the anthem
Bang, bang, bang, bang, call it heavy metal
I say bang, bang bitch, I make you feel every letter
B-A-N-G, B-A-N-G, G-A-N-G
We spray then leave
We play when we no
We play N-E
V-E-R- C-P-R
Doctor Carter are you the d-z's boy
Young money motherfucka' deez these boyz
Bitches you crazy
Weez retardz
Watch nina, mack and Tommy have a brief ménage
Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
Soulja boy on the beat
But you can call me Chef Boyardee
Cause I'm a heat this shit
And I'm a eat this shit
Planet earth is my toilet, you're beneath this shit
Then I flush and wipe my ass
Gunsslinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb now hail Mary
Your tail fairy fairytale, very frail
And yeah, we got them hammers, try and hit every nail
Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin' ocean
I ain't on no other shit, bitch I'm on some more shit
That "hello how you doing I am at your front door" shit
That aw, naw, he got a gun, oh shit, shit, shit