[Intro: Billionaire Black]
Clout Boyz (Woah)
Young, n***a, what up bro?
Face shot
[?] what up, man? (Man down, man down)
Headshot
Clout Boyz (Hehe, Levi, you crazy)
No leg shots, we don't do that over here, dad
Gang-gang
This for you fuck boys that want war (Y'all don't want no war)
Just sent my young n***as to the gun store
They got more ammo for you fuck boys
They let it blow, guns like Rambo, boy, don't—
Let's get it

[Chorus: Billionaire Black & King Lil Jay]
Woah, this for you fuck boys that want war (Y'all don't want no war)
I just sent my young n***as to the gun store (Yeah, they at the gun store)
They got more ammo for you fuck boys (Yeah, they got ammo)
They let it blow, guns like Rambo, boy, don't get smoked
Woah, this for you fuck boys that want war (Y'all don't want no war)
I just sent my young n***as to the gun store (Got more ammo)
They got more ammo for you fuck boys (Big guns, Rambo)
Thеy let it blow, guns like Rambo, boy, don't get smokеd (Let's get it)
(Clout Lord, Clout Lord, Clout Lord)
[Verse 1: King Lil Jay & Uno]
Woah, this for these fuck n***as that want war (Fuck n***a)
I know some young n***as tote poles and kick doors (Let's get it)
They got more ammo than trust, gun store (Grrt, grrt, grrt, bah)
They catch a body and double back and catch one more (Man down, man down)
Rambo, we got guns just like Rambo (Thirty, thirty, thirty)
Said you from the O, now you just an example (Boom, boom, boom)
Example, you diss the squad? Boy, how damn you? (At all)
Fuck n***a, I can't stand you, light your block up like candles (Let's get it)
(Woah)

[Verse 2: Uno & Billionaire Black]
Hah, gun talk, boy, this bitch got a blabbermouth (Blah blah
Blah blah)
Outspoken when this bitch let that ammo out
But real shit, it ain't talk, boy, it just comes down to the respect
And fuck boys tryna play pussy just boils down to a C-section
Wide-eyed shit, tryna see who gon' eat next
I pray for 'em and now they can ask Jesus
Autopilot ain't ejectin' and I ain't showed y'all the beats yet
But that don't mean that I ain't totin' on the Bulldog for y'all Heathcliffs (Like blam, blam, blam, blam)
(Let's get it)

[Chorus: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
Woah, this for you fuck boys that want war (Y'all don't want no war)
I just sent my young n***as to the gun store (Yeah, they at the gun store)
They got more ammo for you fuck boys (Yeah, they got ammo)
They let it blow, guns like Rambo, boy, don't get smoked
Woah, this for you fuck boys that want war (Y'all don't want no war)
I just sent my young n***as to the gun store (Got more ammo)
They got more ammo for you fuck boys (Big guns, Rambo)
(FBG shit)
They let it blow, guns like Rambo (FBG, bitch), boy, don't get smoked (Let's get it)
[Verse 3: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Ah, fuck n***a made me mad (Goddamn)
All on songs tryna brag 'bout shit they know they never had (Why the fuck you got to flex? I don't know)
I swear y'all crack me up so much, ol' funny-ass n***as (Ol' funny-ass n***as)
Banana clip hangin' out the tree branch, shootin' at these monkey-ass n***as (Brrt)
Shit, thirty-shot, fifty-shot, you chose which one you wanna get shot with (Glah)
I probably can't show you shit, but I can show you how a Glock spit (Brrt)
Yeah, I know my flow cold, but my gun filled with that hot shit (Woah, Clout God)
If the TEC-9 jam up on me, I'ma hit you with the J. R. Smith (Let's get it)

[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Woah, this for you fuck n***as that want beef (Fuck n***a)
Fuck you n***as, fuck you bitches, y'all don't know me (No no, no no)
I'm low key smokin' OG (Goddamn)
In my low-low with my .40, I got it on me, money bag shorty (Let's get it)
.38 snubnose, call it Scottie Pippen, I squeeze, it sneeze (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
[?] on fire while my neck so chilly and my ears on freeze (Let's get it)
It's a lot of rat n***as, it's a lot of rat bitches do anything for cheese (Let's get it)
Money in the safe, money in the pillowcase, think about bands while I'm sleep, gang

[Outro]
(Levi, you crazy)