Don't get shot in the faceWith the semi-automaticOut of reachAnd my bro, he started laughingNo, it ain't fakeBut this gun is made of plasticYou should've seenLike he Samuel L. JacksonYou should make it happen, you know what I'm saying?Yeah, manWith the semi-automaticNo, it ain't fakeBut this gun is made of plasticNothing to tell him, I've been rebellingNothing for shooters to blow up a melonGrowing to sell, he gotta sellBags allowed to put up for bailI gave him hell, I was just 12Running with scales and running from 12Came in the house, bust in the mailThey got him, he flip like heads and tailsMy chopper was booming, text meI only do calls with buck teesI made it with sniffing on pig streetI'm blowing a bag like ACYou niggas don't know about jet lagBut whipping on C's and jet skisYou niggas don't know I was 15And walking with guns with LexiAnd see I was chilling withThe police, they had to arrest meAnd now I just chilling in vest greenI could've turned region to Middle EastI know that she wanna get into meBut I know she loving my enemyAin't beefing for pussy, I'm pushing peeAin't beefing for pussy, I'm pushing peeYeah, what them boys want me to tell himThey do his head up, it's just like a lemonYeah, squeeze it till it start swellingGun like a engine, boy gotta rev itNow we a goon, that's all of a suddenWe press a brick, then we press a buttonWe hit the opps, got more than a dozenRiding the Glock, don't get a concussionI used to walk around running with deathsAin't have a dollar, don't go hail a copRight on the streets, I go hit the Sam'sI see a bean, I try sell him gramsI hit the east when * getting whackI make a whop the back of the sacksMy life is a movie, I been a manI was watching the Goonies right when they trappedYou niggas was watching the ThundercatsMy sister and mama was selling crackOh, now we a goon all of a suddenNo, we ain't here for none of thatThe burner, it blow like the windThis *, it gon' knock off your bar capI heard that he told all his sinsNow he in the cell with no gangDon't get shot in the faceWith this M.E.AutomaticI do the raceAnd my bro, he started laughingNo, it ain't fakeBut this gun, it's made of plasticHe shoot a sceneLike he Samuel L. JacksonI said, I do the raceAnd my bro, he started laughingNo, it ain't fakeBut this gun, it's made of plasticShoot up the placeWith this M.E.AutomaticHe shoot a sceneLike he Samuel L. JacksonHmm, yeahDon't get shot in the faceI heard that he told all his sinsDon't get shot in the faceDon't get shot in the faceWith this M.E.AutomaticHe do the raceI do the raceAnd my bro, he started laughingNo, it ain't fakeBut this gun, it's made of plastic