[Hook x2]

They just wanna tell you what a gun do

Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu

We sell food

Make young dons shoot

Smoke stew

If I say I'm on you

So you on me

Yeah I like that

I'm the striker and you the right back

Handy Hand ting pushing right back

If I sip it

Na, I'll be right back

[Verse 1]

Can't, Can't do road with the bros

Don't mean I ain't comfy on my ones

And these Niggas want holes

That are run through

That are ready done

And you Niggas stay home

Playing games that's where you see a gun

And I'll do it main road

Anywhere rude boy, you better run

I been duckin' plain clothes

Them days I used to suck my thumb

Uckk of these hoes

With a straight ball and a tongue

[Uckerz]

I always got bro

I don't care what my Nigga done

You either run with the dargz' them

Or my dargz make a Nigga run

You Niggas got a half skeng

No bells, that's half of a gun

And you Niggas are half men

Bare talk, but what the fuck you done?

I ain't gotta ask them

My bros already know what I'm on

And our one keep half skengs

I don't even know what he's on

They just wanna tell you what a gun do

Little rapper ain't seen a gun shoot

Ain't dumb youts'

Talking bout rob who

No dumb youths

Selling weed,that's mute

Touch who? wrapping lives

That's cute

It's a factor, rob man's trap too

I ain't a bad yout'

Saying things you won't do

I'll run a boy down, I'm a known yout'

[Hook x2]

They just wanna tell you what a gun do

Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu

We sell food

Make young dons shoot

Smoke stew

If I say I'm on you

So you on me

Yeah I like that

I'm the striker and you the right back

Handy Hand ting pushing right back

If I sip it

Na, I'll be right back

[Verse 2]

Just collected a dark and white pack

I'm with my darg

Tryna find cats

Tryna find out where their goldmines at

I'll bill a spot right where your lines at

Yo, line that

I need hard Z's

Yo, my man

Why's your dark pressed

I need TT

I need to be a chef

I need to cook meals

I need to feed the ends

I got plans

I need to get dough'

I know cats

I've built phones

I smoke Ammm

I get man smoked

She blows man

Straight to the throw

And if I poke her

How she gonna cope?

No ties here, she can use my rope

She got nice hair

She ain't gotta go

We got bands there

Don't let it show

Violations, I can't let it go

No patience, I need to get it bro

Straight face lift, when I let it go

New faces, I don't get involved

Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh

I won't get involved

Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh

Still might see me out in my leather coat

[Hook x2]

They just wanna tell you what a gun do

Nigga this is south, we don't Kung Fu

We sell food

Make young dons shoot

Smoke stew

If I say I'm on you

So you on me

Yeah I like that

I'm the striker and you the right back

Handy Hand ting pushing right back

If I sip it

Na, I'll be right back