Gunna n*ggas Remix lyrics

[Intro: Billionaire Black]
"You all a bunch of f*ckin' as*h*les" (Huh?)
(Bang)
"You know why?" (Why? Huh?)
(Bang, bang, bang)
"You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be" (Funny butt)
(Bang, bang)
(Copo, Copo, Copo)

[Chorus: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
We gun a n*gga
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas (FBG sh*t)
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga (FBG, b*tch)
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga (L's)
[Verse 1: FBG Duck & FBG Brick]
We gunnin', n*gga
I said we gunnin', n*gga
I keep it on me, but that don't mean I won't stomp a n*gga (Let's get it)
My belt four hundred, n*gga
But that's young money, n*gga
And middle fingers to all them 300 n*ggas (Let's get it)
b*tch, I be ballin' hard
And I don't even hoop (Let's go)
I-I'm so f*ckin' fly, I need a parachute (Uh-huh)
I be layin' low
'Cause BT'll shoot (Fah)
My hitters on that bullsh*t, let's send it to the moon (Let's get it)
Walk up in the booth
Told the booth, "Hello" (Hello)
n*ggas follow my footsteps like my sh*t stuck to the floor (They copy)
All my verses be cold
That's probably why the mic froze (sh*t)
(Number 30, FBG sh*t)
I be makin' these songs, countin' this money, f*ckin' these hoes (L's)

[Verse 2: FBG Brick]
I'm not a f*ckin' goofy
I keep the f*ckin' toolie (I keep that ratchet)
Let a n*gga feel that blender, turn him 'to a smoothie
All these b*tches choosin'
And all these n*ggas lackin'
Either way, OTG, b*tch, we gon' get it crackin' (Let's get it)
Shout out to them villains (STL)
b*tch, we play for keeps (OTG)
Up all night and day, b*tch, we don't get no sleep
And we gunner n*ggas
I said we gunner n*ggas
I FYB his OG, so I can son a n*gga (FYB)
Now that's a true gunner (True)
Your b*tch a true runner (True)
n*ggas talkin' drills might not make it to the summer (True)
n*ggas pure b*tches
AKA they pure snitches (They tellin')
I just send my hitters, lay 'em down, then we jumpin' fences, L's
[Chorus: Billionaire Black, Richie j*rk & Both]
We gun a n*gga
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga (Stop flexin')
We gunnin' n*ggas (OTG, b*tch)
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga (Aight)
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga

[Verse 3: Richie j*rk & Billionaire Black]
I'm clappin' (Bang, bang)
N-Dot clappin' (Bang, bang)
Dot clappin' (Bang, bang)
Cutthroat clappin' (Bang, bang)
Team No Lackin'
Stop goofy cappin'
I keep a ratchet
I'm 'bout that action
Catch a opp snoozin', you know I'm in that field
My shells tackle him like we in the NFL
I got more bars than a prison, jail
And my flow hot, you would think I live in Hell
They call me Richie j*rk
You know I put in work (Bang, bang)
I let the gun j*rk
Boom, boom, he in the dirt
They call me Richie j*rk (Bang, bang)
You know I put in work (Gang)
I let the gun j*rk
Boom, boom, he in the dirt
(Billionaire, Billionaire, Ballout)
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Wayne got that move on standby (Ayy, Wayne)
I don't f*ck with f*ck n*ggas, so you know I'm anti
You don't want no smoke, ain't tryna start no campfire (At all)
I've been trappin' all night, up like a vampire (Let's get it, let's get it)
I can't rock with you (Why?)
Man, you's a f*ckin' goofy (You goofy)
You know I keep that toolie and my life is like a movie (Let's get it)
I'm steady smokin' doobies (That loud)
Me and my n*gga Copo
And I be rollin' hard, now I need a water bottle
Said you ain't with the sh*ts (Stop flexin')
You don't want no beef (Stop flexin')
That thirty-clip squeeze
Boom, boom, he hit his knees
Now I'm super fried, eyes lookin' Japanese
Thirty-shot, fifty-shot, hundred-shot MAC with me (Hey)

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
We gun a n*gga
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga
We gunnin' n*ggas
I said we gunnin' n*ggas
Click-clack, bang, and you runnin', n*gga
You ain't with the sh*ts, you stuntin', n*gga

[Verse 5: Lil JoJo & P. Rico]
I'm JoJo (JoJo) and I keep it on me
If a n*gga try me, then R.I.P. to homie (Boom, boom, boom)
You ain't on jack, boy
That's just a act, boy
A lot of guns, shells chase you like attack dogs
Catch me in the mall, you know I'm cashin' out
Fam got that bag, that's that sh*t that I doubt
I don't wanna f*ck, shorty, I just want that mouth
And if you playin' with that pus*y, then get out my house (Beat it)
Die L's, Lamron, they can suck a di*k
L's up for them hitters, that sh*t'll get you hit

[Outro: Lil JoJo]
Brick Squad, D Block, man
Shout out to STL, man
We in this b*tch