[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho

[Verse 1]
I'ma slit my wrists, no tourniquet
I'm murderous, my crib got more burners than furnishings
Got a lot of haters, not concerned with it
The Earth revolve around earnin' currency, Copernicus
I'll leave you scared stupider than Ernest is
Pluckin' more chickens than the Churches is
Always lookin' fly, boy, I'm merciless with purchases
Police ain't nothin', you can bet I beat the verdict, bitch
'Cause I'm more connected than the alphabet in cursive is
Wallet like Webster, killer like Dexter
Your bitch lookin' at me? Well, I guess I'm gonna sex her
Ugly stay rougher than the texture
If you players want that phonk, I'm that fly shit expert
[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho

[Verse 2]
Playboy, I'ma stay grindin' 'til my pockets straight Halliburton
And I'ma grind dirty, you never met a fouler person
The list of shit I'm worse than is long as scripture verses
About to hit this purp, and rummage through your mother's purses
You cats is yellow with it, stone-ground mustard
Ugly Mane is stone ground-up and reconstructed
Glocks, I'ma bust 'em, pussy, I'ma crush it
Plus, I stay luxurious, you bitches are disgustin'
Gettin' money fast, that's my modus operandi
I've been ice cold since the night I saw my man die
Bullets knock you on your ass, you'd swore it was a landslide
Ugly ain't a boss? Hell nah, that's a damn lie
[Chorus: Roscoe & Lil Bay]
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho

[Outro]
Yeah, motherfucker, goin' after all the true players
Fuck these beefin' ass, old bustin' ass, slow ass bitches
You heard me
Motherfuckin' true gangsta-shit
We're the motherfuckin' thug playboys, you feel me?
Real-life money gettin'
Uno, tres, through our way, motherfucker, blast
Talk all that shit, motherfucker
Ain't got nothin' to motherfuckin' say when these bullets flyin' at your motherfuckin' bitch ass head, you feel me?
Lil Ugly Mane, serious shit
21W, you heard me comin' out from the other side, bitch