Shooting till my motherfuckin' hand fall off
The track stars the gun shot ran y'all off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill y'all and y'all boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fuckin' with the drum major or let me play you [A7the anthem
Bang, bang, bang, bang, call [Em]it heavy metal
I say bang, bang bitch, I make you [A7feel every letter
B-A-N-G, B-A-N-G, G-A-N-G
We spray then leave
We play when we no
We play N-E
V-E-R- C-P-R
Doctor Carter are you [A7the d-z's boy
Young money motherfucka' deez these boyz
Bitches you [A7crazy
Weez ɾetardz
Watch nina, mack and [Bm]Tommy [A]have a brief ménage
Like (gunshots) like [F](gunshots) yeah
Soulja boy on [C7]the beat
But you [A7can call [Em]me Chef Boyardee
Cause I'm a heat this shit
And I'm a eat this shit
Planet earth is my [A]toilet, you're beneath this shit
Then I flush and [Bm]wipe my [A]ass
Gunsslinger like [F]a pass
I cock back and [Bm]throw a bomb now hail Mary
Your tail fairy fairytale, very frail
And yeah, we got [Fm7]them [A]hammers, tɾy and [Bm]hit every nail
Let em [A]sail up the ɾiver with that hoe shit
Or leave em [A]face down in the fuckin' ocean
I ain't on [C7]no other shit, bitch I'm on [C7]some more shit
That "hello how you [A7doing I am at your front door" shit
That aw, naw, he got [Fm7]a gun, oh shit, shit, shit
