Gun Class

Hey, Sosa

Let's get this straight, now (Ayy, welcome to gun class, man)

I never fucked anybody over in my life (This the number one safety shit)

Who didn't have it coming (In America, if you ask me)

You got that? (I'ma show you what to do if a **** 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)

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, bitch just made him puke (Ayy)

I said, "Bitch you ain't my boo, don't give no fucks for what you do"

This right here 400 for a line, bitch, this ain't no juice (On God)

Yeah, I got the juice, you wanna fuck? Well, shit, me too (Ayy)

All my brothers totin' cutters, ****, who gon' shoot for you?

Lost my dog to a rat, that's why the whip ain't got a roof

Ayy, bitch, 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 **** sleep

Glock .23s and .223s, Lebron and Jordan, same team

Bullets jump from house to house annoying **** like some fleas (On God)

None of this spendin' shit ain't new, 2016 fucked up the streets (Shoo, Shoo)

I'ma put this song on Spotify, put it on repeat

I'm a family guy, bitch, 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 **** 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 **** shoot better than me

I'm in the booth, I'm high as fuck, I can go cool on any beat (Yeah)

I got slimed out, you know that lil' shit 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' shit with the glee

I'ma blow in '22, how many months? Shit, two or three

**** cap a lot, they need to be on tour with Polo G

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' **** play with you

I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

Ayy, my bitch bad, that's why I put up with attitudes

Come get your bitch back, she fuck a Ruger? Yeah, that rapper do

Eye for a eye, you prolly fuckin' mine, I can't be mad at you

Mismatch designer, 'Miri and Dior, I'ma take it, dude

Fuck **** fees, if you ain't one of mine, then I'm taxing you

Vince Carter shit, slammin' on the opps like the Raptors do

Don't judge a book by the front cover, ****, 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 bitches too small

We box a **** up, he gone for good, Lil Ru a U-Haul

Beat a **** head 'til we see white, look like a cue ball (Grrt, grrt)

Glock came with a dick, 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 shit, my middle finger up like "Screw y'all"

Can't come on my block, I scope it out on point like "Who y'all?"

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 fuck **** can sign up)

Come sign up!