Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, cookin' up some

Lookin' for fun, lil' bitch, I'm the one

Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, look at yo' mom

You lookin' real dumb, lil' bitch, I'm the one

My boy came with the bust down watch

27 thousand a day, oh my gosh

Only citadel of the nation do a show in Omaha

Ain't Harry Truman but I still drop bombs

I'm makin' bangs for real, I do the dance for real

You should break up with your mans for real

You know I am a big deal

You know my bank like the Wheel of Fortune

Jump on a Porsche, then fuck like a horse

Then jump off the porch and pay me of course

My hair type is Porsche, yo' hair is real thin like yo' dick

All my diamonds are watch, all yo' diamonds are pink

I'ma tell her I like King James

That bitch a super freak, call me Rick James

My fit is super sick and yo' fit lame

Each time I fuck on yo' bitch with my wrist sag

Bitch, stand up (stand up), remember to pull yo' pants up

You know I'm about to smash real fast, do the dash

And I fly first class, throwing cash out

Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, cookin' up some

Lookin' for fun, lil' bitch, I'm the one

Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, look at yo' mom

You lookin' real dumb, lil' bitch, I'm the one

You hoes need to calm down, okay

I'm the king of the wave, I got pounds of heat

I put this shit on my grave, bitch, drop a beat

I just made 20K comin' off of it

I got the key, bitch, I ain't gon' stop

Got your bitch sucking dick like an Apple Watch

Gotta clean ya ass up for that trashy talk (Phone call)

Dunk on these lames, bitch pass the rock

Give me blocks, turn yo' bitches into applesauce

Stomp through yo' hood, leave an aftershock

Got the game on my side, keep the straps in glass

You be cappin', but really, your facts are false

I just pull up like Curry, no basketball

From the North, man, you bitches ain't a challenge

Hit a strip with them hoes, make a bitch lose his balance

Hardest artist in my city, payin' for me to bail out

J-O-B, that's my team, yo' bitch, front and center of Dallas

He's a joke and you already know, we gon' wipe his nose

Tell them folks that we up in port, you don't want the smoke Sellin' dope, I got pills and coke

Say I won't spread that choppin' tote, pussy with no vote

Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, cookin' up some

Lookin' for fun, lil' bitch, I'm the one

Look at that gun, shootin' that gun

Look at that gun, I'm number one

Look at that gun, look at yo' mom

You lookin' real dumb, lil' bitch, I'm the one