[Intro]
Come on, let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands, all right?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at

[Verse 1]
N***as in the street that I dislike
You better get this right, these days what the fuck is a fist fight?
Picture me puttin' n***as in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
'Cause if you steppin' to me tryin' to throw a right hook
You're just lookin' to get your motherfuckin' life took
'Cause I can't wait to be a n***a's fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin' light-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave, n***a
I'll have to give you to the motherfuckin' grave digger
Yeah, motherfucker, you heard it
Doin' all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass is murdered
N***as'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin' a motherfuckin' body bid
So you can take all that Rocky shit home
Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone
'Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
Bitch, I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin' motherfuckers off
Leavin' the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head, about four across the belly
Steady givin' n***as the runs
Fuckin' clowns, put your fists down and go for your guns
[Interlude]
Alright, on the ground
Face down, face down on the ground! (Go for your guns)
Get on the ground
Put your hands behind your head!
So— So what are you gonna do?
B— Beat the— Beat the crap out of me? (Go)

[Verse 2]
You punk-ass n***as better hop or chill
'Cause my Glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxin' skills
That's how I'll put a n***a's head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a fuck if you know Judo
'Cause I'ma blow your motherfuckin' ass to Pluto
And when I blast the trey, n***as pass away
Put in the ground 'til your silly clown ass decay
To all you n***as with the jokes (Is everybody ready?)
Well, d-d-d-dat's all, folks (Yeah)
'Cause, n***a, you don't want the nine to go *gunshot*
N***as like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts, you'll be another motherfucker bucked
Gettin' all rough in scuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits
Your little TKO was A-OK
My way is RIP, n***as are DOA
Dead on arrival
So, n***a, you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the MAC-11
And those are real shots on the motherfuckin' track seven
I ain't kickin' n***a's buns
If it's a bitch, I'ma her, you better go for your guns
[Interlude]
What the fuck is up now, man?
What?
Where my money at, man?
Ayo, yo, I told you I'd see you when I see you, man
Aw, n***a, you act like you wanna fight
What? Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah, I wanna fight (*Gunshot*)

[Verse 3]
Rollin' up on n***as wearin' wigs
'Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin' pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
Fuck front page, I'm puttin' n***as on television
I got heart, kid, if you want, we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart, motherfucker, when I blow it out
Straight out your back
'Cause you got attacked by the MAC, let's see you black belt that
Picture me doin' some push-ups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squished up
So motherfucker, be a learner
'Cause I can't hand wrestle a n***a without pullin' out my burner
Still want a motherfucker to fight
You fuck around with G and you'll be fightin' death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose, chief
Because I'm givin' more flat lines to n***as than loose-leaf
So come on, Bruce Lee
Yo, I'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice, G
So if you wanna intimidate a n***a like me, great
I'll make your fuckin' head disintegrate
I'm sendin' n***as to Bedrock, look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfuckin' head shot
N***as are dialin' 9-1-1
Huh, you little bitch n***as go for your guns