| Hey, oooh, hey |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Hey, oooh, hey, hey |
| Damn Nabeel |
| Y’all better stop playin' with fire |
| Stop playin' with my heart, that’s vital |
| Y’all better stop playin' with my name |
| Y’all better stop swervin' in my lane |
| You bleed, I’ll bleed |
| But we’re still not the same |
| Better stop droppin' names |
| Before we have to drop a lame |
| There’s too many bitches in here |
| For you to be actin' like one |
| Stupidest idea |
| For you to try to fuck my gun |
| Big man, calm down, have a seat |
| Have a sweet tooth for your sweet tea |
| Gotta choppa and a three piece |
| My gun goes |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| Ay, Ooh Child |
| Shawty tell y’all, calm down |
| Send KEY! to the store for some rounds |
| I ain’t Walka Flocka, but I love them gun sounds |
| Ow, ow, say I’m sky high like a drone |
| Hit him in the dome, act dumb |
| Why your gun cold? |
| My gun cold, man, it just snuffed a hoe |
| I don’t wanna hear your music like Cleo |
| And my body’s handmade like TO |
| Burberry peacoat |
| I just put forty five peep holes through the door |
| And we gotta slide, he gon call the people |
| I just gotta gun, I ain’t got an Eagle |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |
| My gun goes boom |