[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]

Squad!

I'm clearly crack, you niggas clearly wack

No stainless steel my pistol clearly black

I don't pop shit I got chaps for that, he a shooter, with a shooter

What up Nook, free Diego

What up Kirbo, what up Rooster, free Kenny

Catch you out of bounds, my youngins blammin’

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got twin FNs on me, please don’t put your hands on me

No yellow tape, but when you see him I want you to grab homie

But if I see him before you see him then I’ma blam homie

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Go green light, get him, rush him, fuck him

Stick him, stuck him, grab him, slab him

Kicking out rhyming, always keep my pistol handy

Wanna go to war that’s fine and dandy

Easier than snatching up baby candy

Clip big as a baby panda

RIPs are hard to handle

Gucci and a murder scandal

Call my lawyer, fuck an answer

I’m my own goddamn employer

Fuck you pig, go die of cancer

Gucci Mane done killed someone

But fuck that shit, go light a candle

Try the Wop, I gotta pop

I bet I’m sending out body shots

Fox Five News, eleven o’clock

The neighbors heard a lot of shots

Two young niggas with dicks attached

Had a note that said come get me back

My MAC got 200 in it, we shoot out for 40 minutes

Sawed off shotgun, running with it

Who want some can come and get it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got twin FNs on me, please don’t put your hands on me

No yellow tape, but when you see him I want you to grab homie

But if I see him before you see him then I’ma blam homie

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

[Verse 3: OG Maco]

Big Guwop, Big homie Flock

And OG Mac got Glocks and gas

Shooters only want a stack

And fuck who I’m not even there

Triple threat, ain’t making threats

But Hydro’s ass will leave you wet

Used to play with water guns

Them super soakers just a TEC

Mama always pray for me, but who pray for my enemies?

Banana clip, my rifle be exactly what can't speak

Dirty but it never jam cause I just got the barrel cleaned

Niggas dissing turn to pictures, have 'em laughing like who me?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got twin FNs on me, please don’t put your hands on me

No yellow tape, but when you see him I want you to grab homie

But if I see him before you see him then I’ma blam homie

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me

Only thing I pray is that this gun don’t jam on me