They Mad Paroles

Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Lil 1 ayy, spray the whole clip (Brrrt), uh, spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip (Young Vito, nigga)
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip (Pluto, my day one)
Lil 1 (Brrrt, yеah), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah, no cap), spray thе whole clip (Mob shit, nigga)

Never talk about bodies we had, they thinkin' they mans, they sad
Scrap a pussy with a Draco, he goin' out bad, lil' jit gon' rob with no mask (Skrrt)
Them young niggas smash
Poppin' your top, they doin' the dash
Play with Young Vito, I'm sending the blitz
Lil' dude, he an ape, he love to do hits
He keep him a .40, it came with a dick
Fuck what you heard, we runnin' the six
Squeeze that trigger 'til that motherfucker click
I'm fly as a bird, I fuck with young Pluto
He give the word, I send him up through it
Throw the nigga out the back, my young nigga ready to crash
Whenever it's time to blast, a young nigga's switchin' the tag Youngest in charge, [?] gave me the green
Can't leave the house without these beats
These be involved, it's a murder scene

Talk about guns and they mad (Yeah), talk about guns and they mad
Talk about guns and they mad, talk about guns and they mad (Yeah)
Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Lil 1, ayy, spray the whole clip (Brrrt), uh, spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip

Niggas gon' knock it, I catch 'em a body, [?] first
You gon' be layin' in a hearse, you gon' be layin' in the dirt
You out of the bounds, you lackin', you sittin' out of bounds, you lackin'
Shoot a hundred rounds, automatic, shoot a hundred rounds, automatic
Homicide unit gon' come, we hid the guns in the attic
He fell in love with the drum, he lookin' up the galactic
Don't go to school with the ratchet, don't go to school with the ratchet
Them made him mad, he ecstatic, he 'bout to go straight jacket, yeah
Skinny jeans with a MAC-11, with a hoodie, I'll shoot at your daddy
Guillotine, spilling gasoline on the 'phetamine, yeah, yeah, yeah
That dope come out of Beijing, we gon' burn him up with a kerosene

Talk about guns and they mad, talk about guns and they mad
Talk about guns and they mad, talk about guns and they mad (Yeah)
Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Every time you shoot your gun, they would get mad (Yeah, yeah)
Lil 1, ayy, spray the whole clip (Brrrt), uh, spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip
Lil 1 (Brrrt), spray the whole clip (Huh, yeah), spray the whole clip

We just went straight jacket, we went straight jacket
Them young niggas up that ratchet and you know they blastin' (Blaow)
Zone six shit, nigga
That's all we know is pistols, zone stick
Yeah