[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Real John Wayne, I let my nuts hang and plus my guns swing

How they poppin' like you gettin' some money? Nigga, you ain't

Really came from nothing, now we gettin' it, tell me who ain't

Pulled off in somethin' fast with no top, no ceiling, no brains

Pay for what? Pay for what? We bought the whole bar

Twelve hit the lights, we get to geekin' in this NASCAR

When she got to mention it get rich, just know she fucked a star

Cut through that last car

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

T'd up in this bitch

Rock Pradas with the tint

Got a bitch naked at the pent'

Chanel on her scent

Your ex nigga ain't nothing and he a well known bitch

Yeah, puttin' niggas ass up, we make a spell with this switch

Sell the bags by the bundles, call me Costco

Slide with the Reaper, call him Jefe, that's my vato

My brother cookin' up a bird, that's that pot flow

We get the Benz trucks overseas, call it Air Force

Get to turning out the whip until they kiss the curb

We gon' spin it out a rental, nigga, fuck a hearse

Put them new boys on the block, we shoot it, make 'em Jerk

You serving tees like green, boy, I put 'em on a shirt

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Real John Wayne, I let my nuts hang and plus my guns swing

How they poppin' like you gettin' some money? Nigga, you ain't

Really came from nothing, now we gettin' it, tell me who ain't

Pulled off in somethin' fast with no top, no ceiling, no brains

Pay for what? Pay for what? We bought the whole bar

Twelve hit the lights, we get to geekin' in this NASCAR

When she got to mention it get rich, just know she fucked a star

Cut through that last car

[Verse 2: Li'Jefe]

Before I get trimmin', Lord, forgive me for all my sins (Sins)

Know I said that I wouldn't, but I had spinned again (Spinned again)

Yeah, mask up (Up)

Hop outside with two guns on me, bitch, I'm mad as fuck (Mad as fuck)

Nigga better give it up

You want war or somethin'? Oh, you wanna meet The Reaper? (Reaper)

Real grave digger, don't gotta slide with no nigga (No nigga)

Check the stats (Stats), this shit really facts (Facts)

Think you stopping one of my blitzes? Boy, you gettin' sacked (Sacked)

I'm with twin, he keep this shit comin' in (Comin' in)

Minute man, I'll hit at any man (Any man)

Think you touching him? Sound dumb as fuck, gon' meet your end

He the one that got me out this shit, so think again

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

Real John Wayne, I let my nuts hang and plus my guns swing

How they poppin' like you gettin' some money? Nigga, you ain't

Really came from nothing, now we gettin' it, tell me who ain't

Pulled off in somethin' fast with no top, no ceiling, no brains

Pay for what? Pay for what? We bought the whole bar

Twelve hit the lights, we get to geekin' in this NASCAR

When she got to mention it get rich, just know she fucked a star

Cut through that last car