Gun Class lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, Sosa
Let's get this straight, now (Ayy, welcome to gun class, man)
I never f*cked anybody over in my life (This the number one safety sh*t)
Who didn't have it coming (In America, if you ask me)
You got that? (I'ma show you what to do if a n*gga play with you)
All I have in this world is my balls (For real, this is no cap, I'm your instructor)
And my word (I swear on my life, I'm your instructor, Mud)
And I don't break them for no one (I plead the fifth as well, ayy)

[Verse 1]
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 ten, b*tch just made him puke (Ayy)
I said, "b*tch you ain't my boo, don't give no f*cks for what you do"
This right here 400 for a line, 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 rat, that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, b*tch, we outside, that FawtyBoy stay in my genes
Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with me
CEO, that's my slime, we pop out when you n*ggas sleep
Glock .23s and .223s, Lebron and Jordan, same team
Bullets jump from house to house annoying n*ggas like some fleas (On God)
None of this spendin' sh*t ain't new, 2016 f*cked up the streets (Shoo, Shoo)
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
My n*ggas shootin' like they some hoopers, shoulda tried out for the Heat
Back in the day, me and Lil Dre was with Lil Mon gettin' the green
I'm a FawtyBoy, no fitted, dish it out top of the key
Nothin' but net, I don't think a n*gga shoot better than me
I'm in the booth, I'm high as f*ck, I can go cool on any beat (Yeah)
I got slimed out, you know that lil' sh*t made me a beast
Don't let me find out you beefin', but mama don't know you're street (Grrt, yeah)
We come through tryna wake up the block shakin' sh*t with the glee
I'ma blow in '22, how many months? sh*t, two or three
n*ggas cap a lot, they need to be on tour with Polo G
[Chorus]
I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (Nyoom)
This cat gone get us outta there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)
I'ma show you what to do if a lil' n*gga play with you
I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

[Verse 2]
Ayy, my b*tch bad, that's why I put up with attitudes
Come get your b*tch back, she f*ck a Ruger? Yeah, that rapper do
Eye for a eye, you prolly f*ckin' mine, I can't be mad at you
Mismatch designer, 'Miri and Dior, I'ma take it, dude
f*ck n*gga fees, if you ain't one of mine, then I'm taxing you
Vince Carter sh*t, slammin' on the opps like the Raptors do
Don't judge a book by the front cover, n*gga, read a chapter or two
Round of applause, sound like hands how that chop gon' clap at you
YG Woo be really stepping, he a que dog
.40s and .45s, can't tote nothing else, them b*tches too small
We box a n*gga up, he gone for good, Lil Ru a U-Haul
Beat a n*gga head 'til we see white, look like a cue ball (Grrt, grrt)
Glock came with a di*k, the chop got balls and tits like Ru Paul
Bro just copped a stick, don't make him up the blick and shoot y'all
I be on my sh*t, my middle finger up like "Screw y'all"
Can't come on my block, I scope it out on point like "Who y'all?"

[Outro]
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up shoot (You have completed your course)
Smack his ass, uh-uh (The number one gun class in the hood)
Uh, feel safe (But the only thing is no f*ck n*ggas can sign up)
Come sign up!