[Verse 1: Gully, Backroad Gee]

Tell a man get out the way

This long nose one come longer than me

Ying that for my family

Or slap corn for my family

For me, I had machines longer than me

Sweep, sweep, we're cleaning streets

[?] on me

Moonwalk, slide

Ying a mans chest, head and inside

Hit a man, press this, test this .9

Or I might cheff this, test this knife

Moonwalk, spin it

You don’t say the badman did it

Ay, Brr-katop or ying him

Ay, you don't say we left him swimming

You don't say the badman did it, did it

Fill it to the brim or ying it, swing it

You don’t say I left him swimming

Swimming, swing and I kept on swinging, swinging

[Chorus: Backroad Gee, Gully]

Swing it, where's the machine, bring it

Firearms there it's spitting, ay

Let that one therе ling him

Fire at that boy, hit the target

Fill it to thе brim and bark it, bark it

Know that I hit man's target

If it come too long then half it

Park it, bark it, load it and charge it

Swing it, where's the machine, bring it

Firearms there it's spitting, ay

Let that one there ling him

Fire at that boy, hit the target

[Verse 2: Gully, Backroad Gee]

Load it, charge it then discharge it

Violate, annihilate can't look past it

He don't know what he’s doing, pass it

I don’t who's he’s screwing, clart it

Cheff this, test this, press this .9

You don't say I bussed this .9

I should've creeped up just in time

But he clocked badman tryna creep from time

Tap it, tap it, swing it

Today is the day you're finished

Hit mans chest, watch him fly like birds

Brr, skrr, beat, beat

Ask man what we do from a distance

Mans hitting cousins and siblings

Pussy, mans hitting cousins and siblings

[Chorus: Backroad Gee, Gully]

Swing it, where’s the machine, bring it

Firearms there it's spitting, ay

Let that one there ling him

Fire at that boy, hit the target

Fill it to the brim and bark it, bark it

Know that I hit man's target

If it come too long then half it

Park it, bark it, load it and charge it

Swing it, where's the machine, bring it

Firearms there it's spitting, ay

Let that one there ling him

Fire at that boy, hit the target

Fill it to the brim and bark it, bark it

Know that I hit man's target

If it come too long then half it

Park it, bark it, load it and charge it

Swing it, where's the machine, bring it

Firearms there it's spitting, ay

Let that one there ling him

Fire at that boy, hit the target