Go For Your Guns

"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"

Verse One:

in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fk is a fist fight
Picture me puttin in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they as* in a box
Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
You're just lookin to get your motherfkin life took
Cause I can't wait to be a fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave nigg*
I'll have to kick it to the motherfkin grave digger
Yeah motherfker you heard it
Doin all that rope-a-dope s**t, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin a motherfkin body-bid
So you can take all that Rocky s**t home
Sylvester Stallone ain't s**t against Al Capone
Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
for motherfkers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
b*tch I don't knock motherfkers out, I'm knockin motherfkers off
Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin the runs
fkin clam put your fists down and go for your guns

"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
Get on the ground
Hands behind your head"

"So, so what are you gonna do?
Beat-beat the cr*p out of me?" NO!

Verse Two:

You punk-ass better hop or chill
Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfkers with boxer skills
That's how I put a head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a fk if you know Judo
Cause I'ma blow your motherfkin as* to Pluto
And when I blast the trey pass away
Put in the ground til your silly clown as* decay
So all you with the jokes
(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
Cause nigg* you don't want the nine to go (boom)
like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts you'll be another motherfker bucked
Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin motherfkers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigg* you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the Mak-11
And those are real shots on the motherfkin track 7
I ain't kickin buns
If it's a b*tch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns

"Yo wassup, what the fk is up now man?
What?
Where my money at man?
Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
Aww man you act like you wanna fight
What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*

Verse Three:

Rollin up on wearin wigs
Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfkin pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
fk front page I'm puttin on television
I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart motherfker when I blow it out
Straight out your back
Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
And put in a box all squooshed up
So motherfker be a learner
Cause I can't hit or wrestle a without pullin out my burner
So when a motherfker want to fight
You fk around with G and you'll be fightin Death tonight
So you don't wanna get loose G
Cause I'm givin more flat lines to than loose-leaf
So come on Bruce Lee
Yo I'ma show you who the motherfker is with all the juice G
So if you wanna intimidate
A nigg* like me, great, will make your fkin head disinigrate
I'm sendin to Bedrock
Look out for the red dot
Or get your motherfkin head shot
are dialin 911
Huh, you little b*tch go for your guns