[Verse 1: Juicy J]
That pistol heavy,
got me walking with a gangsta limp

F'n bullets big enough to sink a $#&@ing ship
Just ask them #~!!@ ^!$$%'s that you hanging with
Put that pistol to yo head, we don't aim and miss

You (*##$es won't do nothing but a lot of talk
And if they find you in the river,
that's not my fault

30 thousand on the stripper, I'm just $#&@in' off
Put a price on you head, I'm like â??$#&@ the costâ?
Put some ^!$$%'s on they feet,

I won't have to pay
Put the word on the streets, you won't last a day
#~!!@ ^!$$%'s want beef, that's a super size

Go to war with Juicy J, that's a suicide
And they won't find yo'
body for a couple of weeks

Meanwhile I'm touring,
$#&@ing groupie (*##$es over seas


[Hook]
You got yo ^!$$%'s with you, but they ain't goin' say %#@!
Got money ice on me, ^!$$% ain't goin' take %#@!

Send them goons at ya, I ain't gotta say %#@!
(I ain't gotta say %#@!)
You got yo ^!$$%'s with you,

but they ain't goin' say %#@!
Got money ice on me, ^!$$% ain't goin' take %#@!
Send them goons at ya, I ain't gotta say %#@!

(I ain't gotta say %#@!)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Bunch of goons on deck, bunch of two's on deck
Shoot you front close range,
don't die, you blessed

Got an angel on your side, got God in your corner
You a (*##$ in your hood ain't nobody got any money
All this money in my pocket,

how this pistol goin' fit
12 gauge on the seat, with the pistol grip
Me and my shooters hit

your block and shut it down
You ^!$$%'s ain't no killa's,
ya'll a bunch of clowns

Spray everything up,
couple hundred rounds, get everybody touched
Surround your house, no running out

Try to leave, you $#&@ed
That's real talk, no secrets
That's how we handle that beef %#@!

Drop yo' $$# in the Mississippi,
with shoes made out of cement


[Hook]