Gun Class II lyrics

[Intro: Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, welcome to gun class, man
This the number-one safety sh*t in America if you ask me
I'ma show you what to do if a n*gga play with you (For real, this is no cap)
I'm your instructor, Mud (I swear on my life)
(I plead the Fifth as well)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Mudbaby Ru]
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot (Shoo)
Smack his ass, my hand across his head like a salute
My lil' brother just threw back a 10, b*tch just made him puke
I said, "b*tch, you ain't my boo, don't give no f*cks, do what you do"
This right here four hundred for a line (Yeah), b*tch, this ain't no juice (On God)
Yeah, I got the juice, you wanna f*ck? Well, sh*t, me too (Ayy)
All my brothers totin' cutters, n*gga, who gon' shoot for you?
Lost my dog to a wreck (Yeah), that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, b*tch, we outside, that 40 Boy stay in my jеans
Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with me
CEO, that's my slime, wе pop out when you n*ggas sleep
Glock 23s and .223s, LeBron and Jordan same team
Bullets jump from house to house, annoyin' n*ggas like some fleas (On God)
None of this spendin' sh*t ain't new, 2016, f*cked up the streets
I'ma put this song on Spotify, put it on repeat
I'm a family guy, b*tch, I'm Quagmire in them sheets
Leave your ass lookin' like Joe, you think you faster than this beam
In Miami, sand between my toes, chillin' on the beach (We havin' so much fun)
My n*ggas shootin' like they some hoopers, should've tried out for the Heat
Back in the day, me and Lil Dre was with Lil Mon gettin' the green
[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide
This 'Cat gon' get us out of there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' n*gga play with you (Grrah)
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
I say pull up, hop out, point, and bang (Frr)
We ain't dinin' in, we tryna take out everything (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
Don't come back to the hood until you touch a n*gga brain
My lil' n*gga ain't been missin' since I taught him how to aim
I say pull up, hop out, point, and blow
We just a bunch a barbers tryna chop a n*gga 'fro (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
I thought I was trippin', thought I heard some b*tches yellin'
But it wasn't, it was just them n*ggas screamin' like some hoes
I got my Forces on, I'm steppin' in 'em, show you how to step on n*ggas
Don't care how lil' the jeans is, I bet I fit my weapon in 'em
I'm not with the sucker sh*t, I'm not with the tusslin' sh*t
I rap, but my all n*ggas know how quick I be to bust a b*tch (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)
First, they knocked me out the plastic, but got R.I.P. before it
Hopped out like a samurai, swung that metal like a sword
10-millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids
Why y'all terrorizin' n*ggas? They shouldn't've never asked for it (Grrah-grrah)

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru & G Herbo]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide
This 'Cat gon' get us out of there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' n*gga play with you (We gone)
I say right foot, left foot (G Herbo), step up, shoot
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot your man, hop out, walk him down, this ain't no f*ckin' drive-by (No f*ckin' drive-by)
War time, I shoot my fire, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)
We go eye, eye, eye, eye, eye again, never eye for eye (pus*y)
Real boss, I play my part, though
Got away, that's 'cause we smart, ho
Left them trenches, I'm not far, though
G Herbo still goin' hard, though
Whip white, call it Jack Harlow, and I tote a stick like Nardo
Had to take my sh*t to school, tuckin' the glizzy in my cargos
I was broke and it wasn't cool, now I'm boolin' at Wells Fargo
My young n*ggas goin' harder than me, they know I set the bar, though
Playin' with toy guns at like three, ask my OG (You know that)
We make opp n*ggas yell, "Please," and let the trigger squeeze (Baow)
This lil' b*tch bad like Billie Jean, I think she Vietnamese (Ayy)
Take her to Miami with the skis and f*ck off fifty G's
Got some sh*t in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three
Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped cheese
I've been poppin' sh*t for ten years, these n*ggas not me
Steady beatin' the cops, they on my c*ck, I gotta cop pleas
Ridin' the back seat of the BP and I could not believe it
Ran up on the car, they said, "Freeze," but I did not freeze
Hit the dealership, see two coupes, b*tch, I could cop these
I feel like Gillie, long live Cheese, I got a lot of cheese
Three n*ggas on one track just told you how to send a n*gga to Jesus
That sh*t gotta be in you, if you ain't a soldier, then it's not easy
[Outro: Mudbaby Ru]
You have completed your course
To the number-one gun class in the hood
But the only thing is, no f*ck n*ggas can sign up