[Intro]

Excuse me, sir (Yes)

Your Grace

Is that my flamethrower beside you? (Why it is)

Please, sir, pass it this way

Can you hand me that pistol over there?

Please don't get muffins on it

My Lord, my Lord (Yes)

Please hand me the bazooka (Why, thank you)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Haha)

No blood on the couch, please (Brrah)

Please, no blood on the couch (Yes)

Sir, you got blood on the couch

Can you hand me that machine gun?

Sir, damn you, yeah

[Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000]

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo

Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload

With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show

Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos

[Verse 1: Buddy & JID]

Father God in heaven above

I come to you as humbly as I know how

Off hella the drugs and I'm out of my mind

In the meantime, I'ma just smoke this loud

Put this shit on my tongue and this shit'll dissolve

Get a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down

All my white friends got me talkin' proper now

I got the BET's deal so I'm hot for now (Yeah)

[Verse 2: JID]

He without sin cast the first stone

To a nigga with a gun that can run in your home

One dome shot, niggas'll never look at him wrong again

Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick

In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch

Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister

Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done

Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I'm twisted

[Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000]

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo

(Whatever I said, I don't know what I said, I don't give a fuck, ah)

Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload

(You gettin' this? You recording this?)

With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show

(Are you getting this?)

Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos (Woo, yeah)

[Verse 3: Johnny Venus & Guapdad 4000]

Roses is falling, the money is calling, I'll pedal forever and ever to you

TEC in the boxes of chocolate, I'll send 'em, I'll ship 'em, I'll get 'em delivered to you

Baby, whatever, just come on, just hop in the getaway car and we'll go and get food

Sky is dissolving or falling, whatever, just tell 'em the teller better not make a move (Hey)

[Verse 4: Guapdad 4000]

Skrrt skrrt in a new thing

Throw the cash 'til she get her Raekwon like the Wu-Tang

I think I deserve me a Mulsanne

Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing

Just don't fuck up the sheets, the Airbnb, and fuck off the lease

Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind

I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let's go

[Chorus: Buddy, JID, Johnny Venus, & Guapdad 4000]

Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo

Call some broads, we need to get a whole carload

With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show

Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos (Woo)

[Outro: Johnny Venus]

Nigga, it's just how you count it

It just depend on how you count it