[Intro: Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, welcome to gun class, man
This the number one safety shit in America if you ask me
I'ma show you what to do if a n***a play with you (For real, this is no cap)
I'm your instructor, Mud (I swear on my life)
I plead the fifth as well

[Verse 1: Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot (Shoo)
Smack his ass, my hand across his head like a salute
My lil' brother just threw back a 10, bitch just made him puke
I said, "Bitch, you ain't my boo, don't give no fucks, do what you do"
This right here four-hundred for a line (Yeah), bitch, this ain't no juice (On God)
Yeah, I got the juice, you wanna fuck? Well, shit, me too (Ayy)
All my brothers totin' cutters, n***a, who gon' shoot for you? (Phew)
Lost my dog to a rat (Yeah), that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, bitch, we outside, that FawtyBoy stay in my gеnes
Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with me
CEO, that's my slimе, we pop out when you n***as sleep
Glock 23s and .223s, Lebron and Jordan, same team
Bullets jump from house to house (Jump), annoyin' n***as like some fleas (On God)
None of this spendin' shit ain't new, 2016 fucked up the streets (Shoo, shoo)
I'ma put this song on Spotify, put it on repeat
I'm a family guy, bitch, I'm Quagmire in them sheets
Leave your ass lookin' like Joe you think you faster than this beam
In Miami, sand between my toes, chillin' on the beach
My n***as shootin' like they some hoopers, should've tried out for the Heat
Back in the day, me and Lil Dre was with Lil Mon gettin' the green
[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide
This 'Cat gone get us out of there (Grrt), Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' n***a play with you (Grrah)
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick & Mudbaby Ru]
I say pull up, hop out, point and flame (Flrr)
We ain't dinin' in, we tryna take out everythin' (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
Don't come back to the hood until you touch a n***a brain
My lil' n***a ain't been missin' since I taught him how to aim
I say pull up, hop out, point and blow
We just a bunch a barbers tryna chop a n***a 'fro (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
I thought I was trippin', thought I heard some bitches yellin'
But it wasn't, it was just them n***as screamin' like some hoes (Shoo)
I got my Forces on, I'm steppin' in 'em, I'ma show you how to step on n***as
Don't care how little the jeans is, I bet I fit my weapon in 'em
I'm not with the sucker shit, I'm not with the tusslin' shit
I rap, but my all n***as know how quick I be to bust a bitch (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
His name not "Me out the plastic," but it got R.I.P. before it
Hopped out like a samurai, swing that metal like a sword
Ten millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids
Why y'all terrorizin' n***as? (Grrah) They shouldn't have never asked for it (Grrah-grrah)

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru & G Herbo]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide
This 'Cat gone get us out of there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' n***a play with you (We gone)
I say right foot, left foot (G Herbo), step up, shoot
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot your man, hop out, walk 'em down, this ain't no fuckin' drive-by (Fuckin' drive-by)
War time, I shoot my fire, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
We go eye, eye, eye, eye, eye again, never eye for eye (Pussy)
Real boss, I play my part, though
Got away that 'cause we smart, ho
Left them trenches, I'm not far, though
G Herbo still goin' hard though
Whip white, call it "Jack Harlow" and I tote a stick like Nardo
Had to take my shit to school, tuckin' the glizzy in my cargos (I got that)
I was broke and it wasn't cool, now I'm boolin' at Wells Fargo
My young n***as go harder than me, they know I set the bar, though
Playin' with toy guns at like three, ask my OG (You know that)
We make opp n***as yell, "Please" (Please) and let the trigger squeeze (Baow)
This lil' bitch bad like Billie Jean, I think she Vietnamese (Ayy)
Take her to Miami with the skeeze and fuck off fifty Gs (Gs)
Got some shit in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three (Twenty-three)
Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped cheese (Let's get it, let's get it)
I've been poppin' shit for ten years, these n***as not me
Steady beatin' the cops, they on my cock, I gotta cop pleas
Ridin' the back seat of the BP and I could not believe it
Ran up on the car, they said, "Freeze," but I did not freeze
Hit the dealership, see two coupes, bitch, I could cop these
I feel like Gillie, long live Cheese, I got a lot of cheese
Three n***as on one track just told you how to send a n***a to Jesus
That shit gotta be in you, if you ain't a soldier, then it's not easy
[Outro: Mudbaby Ru]
You have completed your course to the number one gun class in the hood
But the only thing is, no fuck n***as can sign up