​gung ho

[Chorus]
Max caliber, the stick on gung ho (Brrah)
Fat ass pockets, big ol' bands, bitch, I'm huncho (Skrrt)
Made his lil ass run, go
Pushing a Bronco, wet his ass up like a poncho
I can't break no bones for a motherfucker who won't shed no blood
I can't play with no hoe nowadays, the past just what it was
I'm gon' break this buck 'bout three ways, treat my lil brother and 'cuz
I'm gon' break this nug 'bout three ways, roll a Tre 5 in a Dutch

[Verse 1]
Smokin' cherry pie, me and twin was berry high
MIA like Perry was, would've thought they buried mine
Way I roll with K9s, would've thought I switched sides
I ain't with no police, shit'll have me traumatized (Police)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm playing with them Roxy's, I need Visine (Bitch)
I might pop a paparazzi on the [?] (Bitch)
She wanna fuck, made her man kick rocks, he on the soccer team, yeah
She wanna fuck, but she keepin' her morals, she callin' me Socrates
Yeah, I got one too many sons, gimme that plate, lil' bitch, you done
Big ol' butts, big ol' blunts, sprinter man, Sprinter van, I'm on the run
How could you leave the crib without a gun? How could you hate on me and have a son?
How 'bout you feed his lil ass for once I make in a day what you make in a month

[Chorus]
Max caliber, the stick on gung ho (Brrah)
Fat ass pockets, big ol' bands, bitch, I'm huncho (Skrrt)
Made his lil ass run, go
Pushing a Bronco, wet his ass up like a poncho
I can't break no bones for a motherfucker who won't shed no blood
I can't play with no hoe nowadays, the past just what it was
I'm gon' break this buck 'bout three ways, treat my lil brother and 'cuz
I'm gon' break this nug 'bout three ways, roll a Tre 5 in a Dutch

[Bridge]
I could care less about them, I just wanna get my cheese, aye
Bad lil hoe in the room, wanna fuck and I say, "capisce," yeah
Way I roll with K9s, oh I'm on some lit shit
Yeah we carry grave knives, we'll dig your grave, bitch

[Verse 3]
Trust him, nah, I can't, sippin' 'Tussin made me faint
Bro need Beyond Scared Straight, droppin' 30 in my drink
I feel like 'Bron for the Lakes, low cut grass for those snakes at my estate
And must I say that, bitch, I'm him, ain't no debate, you could keep your take
Matter fact, here, put it on my plate
I'ma give it to the neighbors, okay?
My lil brother make it rain with a K
(Ugh, ok)