Met the Wrong Gun

Man see I ain't worried about nobody out here man

You know what I'm saying

Send my young niggas to get you

They'll worry about you later

I sent some young niggas to wait in front of your mama house

Waiting with them burners, waiting on you to come out

When them drums hit you bruh, you gon' be pronounced

Dead on arrival, throw a butter towel

I don't give a damn nigga, take this shit to trial

Got a gang of young niggas in the jailhouse wilding

Got the jury paid off and the federal judge

You fucking with a boss, I got all the plugs

His girl looking for him

His mammy looking for him

His kids looking for him

His papi looking for him

Tell his folks that he gone and he ain't coming back home

Next time they see his body they gon' need a tombstone

He done fucked around and got into it with the wrong one

Them other niggas missed his ass, this time he met the wrong gun

Tell his folks that he gone and he ain't coming back home

Next time they see his body they gon' need a tombstone

These niggas pussy, they need they guys

They won't step outside knowing somebody gon' ride

Down on they ass, gun blast eighty rounds

If you owe me money, I suggest you pay me now

I'm a street nigga, hope you niggas know bruh

Last nigga tried to cross me out is in a coma

I know you scared, I bet you sleep with your security

And you ain't even know that your security is fearing me

His girl looking for him

His mammy looking for him

His kids looking for him

His papi looking for him

Tell his folks that he gone and he ain't coming back home

Next time they see his body they gon' need a tombstone

He done fucked around and got into it with the wrong one

Them other niggas missed his ass, this time he met the wrong gun

Tell his folks that he gone and he ain't coming back home

Next time they see his body they gon' need a tombstone

Hey Juicy J, tell these niggas what the fuck up dog

Smoking on that Cali kush