[Intro]
Phew, huh
Ayy, ayy, Cap, damn
Fraud n***as, frauds, ayy
Huh, R-A, Skrt, U-D, ayy
Ayy, frauds
Huh, damn, ayy ayy
Ayy

[Chorus]
How many guns you got, fuck n***a, how many guns you gon' shoot?
'Cause I ain't got time to be going back and forth on the internet with you
I don't fuck with fraud n***as, fraud n***as what's with you?
And these shots from the .30, boy, it'll ruin a n***a' tissue
And everybody that's with you, you ain't blowing pistols
I'ma make a big issue, we blowing missiles
N***as better not diss remember I'll catch ya
These n***as straight bitches
Killers go when I send 'em, boss sent you on a mission
Playing every line in scrimmage
N***as in they feelings

[Verse]
N***as, they in they feelings
Got a car with no ceilings
I ain't killing no civilians
I'm killing n***as who killing children
I don't fuck with fraud n***as, fraud n***as what's with you?
I can see it in your eyes, lil n***a
You a straight bitch, you ain't with the shits
Fuck n***a you ain't with it, peel back your fitted
N***a think this shit funny, punch him like J-Money
Used to do the opps, fuck n***as with the cops, ten murderers in my inbox
Saying I'm gon' die you a liar, sneak diss, you gon' get dropped
I'ma make a big issue, fuck n***a what's with you
When all your money gone let's see if that n***a still with you
[Chorus]
How many guns you got, fuck n***a, how many guns you gon' shoot?
'Cause I ain't got time to be going back and forth on the internet with you
I don't fuck with fraud n***as, fraud n***as what's with you?
And these shots from the .30, boy, it'll ruin a n***a' tissue
And everybody that's with you, you ain't blowing pistols
I'ma make a big issue, we blowing missiles
N***as better not diss remember I'll catch ya
These n***as straight bitches
Killers go when I send 'em, boss sent you on a mission
Playing every line in scrimmage
N***as in they feelings