Gun Class II

[Intro: Mudbaby Ru]

Ayy, welcome to gun class, man

This the number-one safety shit in America if you ask me

I'ma show you what to do if a nigga play with you (For real, this is no cap)

I'm your instructor, Mud (I swear on my life)

(I plead the Fifth as well)

Ayy

[Verse 1: Mudbaby Ru]

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 10, bitch just made him puke

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

This right here four hundred for a line (Yeah), 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, nigga, who gon' shoot for you?

Lost my dog to a wreck (Yeah), that's why the whip ain't got a roof

Ayy, bitch, we outside, that 40 Boy stay in my jеans

Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with me

CEO, that's my slime, wе pop out when you niggas sleep

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

Bullets jump from house to house, annoyin' niggas like some fleas (On God)

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

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 (We havin' so much fun)

My niggas shootin' like they some hoopers, should've tried out for the Heat

Back in the day, me and Lil Dre was with Lil Mon gettin' the green

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]

I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide

This 'Cat gon' get us out of there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)

I'ma show you what to do if a lil' nigga play with you (Grrah)

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

[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]

I say pull up, hop out, point, and bang (Frr)

We ain't dinin' in, we tryna take out everything (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)

Don't come back to the hood until you touch a nigga brain

My lil' nigga ain't been missin' since I taught him how to aim

I say pull up, hop out, point, and blow

We just a bunch a barbers tryna chop a nigga 'fro (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)

I thought I was trippin', thought I heard some bitches yellin'

But it wasn't, it was just them niggas screamin' like some hoes

I got my Forces on, I'm steppin' in 'em, show you how to step on niggas

Don't care how lil' the jeans is, I bet I fit my weapon in 'em

I'm not with the sucker shit, I'm not with the tusslin' shit

I rap, but my all niggas know how quick I be to bust a bitch (Grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah)

First, they knocked me out the plastic, but got R.I.P. before it

Hopped out like a samurai, swung that metal like a sword

10-millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids

Why y'all terrorizin' niggas? They shouldn't've never asked for it (Grrah-grrah)

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru & G Herbo]

I say left foot, right foot, step back, slide

This 'Cat gon' get us out of there, Lil Dee know how to drive (Yeah)

I'ma show you what to do if a lil' nigga play with you (We gone)

I say right foot, left foot (G Herbo), step up, shoot

[Verse 3: G Herbo]

They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by

Soon as you spot your man, hop out, walk him down, this ain't no fuckin' drive-by (No fuckin' drive-by)

War time, I shoot my fire, why would I lie? (Why would I lie?)

We go eye, eye, eye, eye, eye again, never eye for eye (Pussy)

Real boss, I play my part, though

Got away, that's 'cause we smart, ho

Left them trenches, I'm not far, though

G Herbo still goin' hard, though

Whip white, call it Jack Harlow, and I tote a stick like Nardo

Had to take my shit to school, tuckin' the glizzy in my cargos

I was broke and it wasn't cool, now I'm boolin' at Wells Fargo

My young niggas goin' harder than me, they know I set the bar, though

Playin' with toy guns at like three, ask my OG (You know that)

We make opp niggas yell, "Please," and let the trigger squeeze (Baow)

This lil' bitch bad like Billie Jean, I think she Vietnamese (Ayy)

Take her to Miami with the skis and fuck off fifty G's

Got some shit in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three

Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped cheese

I've been poppin' shit for ten years, these niggas not me

Steady beatin' the cops, they on my cock, I gotta cop pleas

Ridin' the back seat of the BP and I could not believe it

Ran up on the car, they said, "Freeze," but I did not freeze

Hit the dealership, see two coupes, bitch, I could cop these

I feel like Gillie, long live Cheese, I got a lot of cheese

Three niggas on one track just told you how to send a nigga to Jesus

That shit gotta be in you, if you ain't a soldier, then it's not easy

[Outro: Mudbaby Ru]

You have completed your course

To the number-one gun class in the hood

But the only thing is, no fuck niggas can sign up