Go for Your Guns

Lyrics

[Intro] Come on, let's see your hands, see your hands! Let's see your hands, everybody, hands! Everybody let's see some hands, all right? Don't nobody move! Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at [Verse 1] Niggas in the street that I dislike You better get this right, these days what the fuck is a fist fight? Picture me puttin' niggas in headlocks When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box 'Cause if you steppin' to me tryin' to throw a right hook You're just lookin' to get your motherfuckin' life took 'Cause I can't wait to be a nigga's fate So while you lift weights, I'm liftin' light-ass nickel plates So if you wanna misbehave, nigga I'll have to give you to the motherfuckin' grave digger Yeah, motherfucker, you heard it Doin' all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass is murdered Niggas'll be the Karate Kid But I'll be in prison doin' a motherfuckin' body bid So you can take all that Rocky shit home Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone 'Cause I ain't got no patience or energy For motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me Step up and play me like I'm soft Bitch, I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin' motherfuckers off Leavin' the scene like Machine Gun Kelly Two to the head, about four across the belly Steady givin' niggas the runs Fuckin' clowns, put your fists down and go for your guns [Interlude] Alright, on the ground Face down, face down on the ground! (Go for your guns) Get on the ground Put your hands behind your head! So— So what are you gonna do? B— Beat the— Beat the crap out of me? (Go) [Verse 2] You punk-ass niggas better hop or chill 'Cause my Glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxin' skills That's how I'll put a nigga's head out The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out And I don't give a fuck if you know Judo 'Cause I'ma blow your motherfuckin' ass to Pluto And when I blast the trey, niggas pass away Put in the ground 'til your silly clown ass decay To all you niggas with the jokes (Is everybody ready?) Well, d-d-d-dat's all, folks (Yeah) 'Cause, nigga, you don't want the nine to go *gunshot* Niggas like Tyson woulda died a long time ago Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks No uppercuts, you'll be another motherfucker bucked Gettin' all rough in scuffed up boots Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits Your little TKO was A-OK My way is RIP, niggas are DOA Dead on arrival So, nigga, you better come with your gun if you want survival From the MAC-11 And those are real shots on the motherfuckin' track seven I ain't kickin' nigga's buns If it's a bitch, I'ma her, you better go for your guns [Interlude] What the fuck is up now, man? What? Where my money at, man? Ayo, yo, I told you I'd see you when I see you, man Aw, nigga, you act like you wanna fight What? Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah, I wanna fight (*Gunshot*) [Verse 3] Rollin' up on niggas wearin' wigs 'Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin' pigs Kool G Rap's a bad decision Fuck front page, I'm puttin' niggas on television I got heart, kid, if you want, we can throw it out But you ain't got no heart, motherfucker, when I blow it out Straight out your back 'Cause you got attacked by the MAC, let's see you black belt that Picture me doin' some push-ups, and get ambushed up And put in a box all squished up So motherfucker, be a learner 'Cause I can't hand wrestle a nigga without pullin' out my burner Still want a motherfucker to fight You fuck around with G and you'll be fightin' death tonight So you don't wanna get loose, chief Because I'm givin' more flat lines to niggas than loose-leaf So come on, Bruce Lee Yo, I'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice, G So if you wanna intimidate a nigga like me, great I'll make your fuckin' head disintegrate I'm sendin' niggas to Bedrock, look out for the red dot Or get your motherfuckin' head shot Niggas are dialin' 9-1-1 Huh, you little bitch niggas go for your guns