(Verse 1)
All these social networks and these computers
Got n*ggas posting pics with guns But they don't shoot em
Catch em in public now they actin like they Neva knew ya
Like n*gga why u freezin up I thought u was a shooter?
If u see me on the block I got my Glock wit me ain't wit the talkin
You can come and get these shots pus*y
f*ck duckin beef im out here daily u want smoke jus tell me I'll send
Lil bro up on dat mission bet he won't fail me
Call up them shootas best believe dey get to clappin fa me
Pull up on ya pull up on ya I ain't talkin huggies
Strapped wit that pistol so if I was you i wouldn't bug me
Slide on my Gang them semi's soak ya leave yo n*ggas soggy
U gotta problem pull up on 136th A.V.E
I'll change that n*gga like a channel on a f*ckin TV
30 clip up on my side I'll let it blow
I pull up on em rate his pockets til he broke
My n*ggas tote em but dez clips ain't here fa show
Don't do discussions if I up it Ima score
We catch a fraud up in the set We shoot em down
You get to wolfin then my 30 make a sound
My Circle full of shootas goofyz ain't allowed
You f*ck wit me u d.i.e and thatz a vow
Pull up gang can get it poppin like sum ex
Roll up and poke em I ain't talkin fingertips
Dem choppas spitten if u on dat lackin sh*t
And if u think u Finna rob me think again
He talkin tough until I took that pistol out
And have that goofy Catchin bullets Tim Brown
Thatz what you get fa talkin sh*t you ain't about
Think ima joke I'll have sum n*ggas to Ya house
All my n*ggas reckless Gang b*tch u know the movement
Pull up on a f*ckin stain have my drillaz screw em
(Verse 2)
Catch me in the field pullin Glock triggas
All my shootas in the cut waitin to pop n*ggas
Killaz wit me run up wrong you'll lose ya top n*gga
Fto I see a opp I let the shots hit em
Ain't hard to find I'm in the field I'm wit my f*ckin villains said
Dis before u f*ck wit me u get a hot feelin my shortys bout it rugas
Choppas b*tch we got em wit us so talk that sh*t u was on Twitter to
My face I dare ya
Creep up on em wit dat Glizzy yea it's fully loaded
Put it to his head get dem f*ckin shots blowin
30 empty now he leakin body smellin musty
Den get up out that jam fore the f*ckin cops see me
Free my n*gga dre up out the pin
Yo n*ggas doin months my n*ggas doin years
U want beef wit FMFB n*gga come and get it
Dez n*ggas totin but ain't out here in the field wit it
We steady Crusin tryna find out were dez n*ggas hidden
I might be little but my clip will up and burie n*ggas
My n*ggas shootin 30's not pool
n*ggas think they Finna try me dey sum fools
I get behind a tree and start to shoot
I feel like Rambo wit that tool
I'm in the field doin hits wit my crew
I ain't gotta tell em once they gon shoot
We known to blow jus know that I ain't talkin flutes
We'll Have a n*gga Catchin shells jus like the flu
Don't run up on me Boy you will get shot
And if u got dat sack u gettin robbed
Fmfb me & my hittaz taken off
Get in our way den on the floor is were you'll drop