[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw
Yeah

[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my bitches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just got my racks up, yeah (Got my what?)
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Boy, you mad 'cause my racks up, yeah
Yeah, huh, stop it, bro (Stop it, bro)
Yeah, you know I got the semi-auto tucked (Ta-ta-ta-ta)
Yeah, you know I got the MAC on it, tucked
Yeah, tu-tu-tu-tu, I'm shootin' at you, better duck, yeah (Yeah)
Drivin' in a monster truck (Skrt), yeah
Run up on you, now that boy look stuck (Yeah), yeah
Shoot first, I'm on all types of drugs (What?), yeah, Xanax (What?)
What you thought this was? (Fah, fah), yeah
Fuck with the Bloods, you know I fuck with them cuz (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look at your bitch on my dick tryna give me a hug (Ew, no)
Yeah, I know that little bitch is a bug (Yeah), yeah
If she fuck wit' you, you know that that bitch is a scrub (Lil Uzi), yeah
What you thought this was? (Huh?)
Bitch ass n***as all on the internet, actin' like they is some thugs (What?), yeah
See you in person, act like you don't know what's up (Fuck you), yeah
I got my choppa, so n***a, um, you know what's up (Doo-doo-doo), yeah
[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my bitches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)

[Verse 2]
Money come, money go, money stay (So much money), ayy
Yeah, stack my chips like Frito-Lay (What?), yeah
Ayy, what the fuck you gotta say? Yeah
Um, you bitch n***as really gay (Gay, gay, gay, gay), yeah
Um, smack you n***as with a tray (Tray, tray, tray, yeah), yeah
Um, talkin' 'bout that, um, trey, eight, yeah (What? What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, I just got a MAC-11 (What?), yeah
I [?] to show that trey pound seven, ooh
Yeah, what that n***a gon' do?
That n***a, I'm gon' see him in Heaven (Yeah), yeah (He gon' die)
Why that boy wanna act like he tough but he not (What?)
Um, he's a lie, his bitch all on my dick, like, yeah (Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Told that bitch hop off my dick, slow down, ooh, yeah
Told that bitch, I swear that this a ho down (Yeah), yeah
Fucked that bitch so you know I was like "Ho down" (Like ho down), yeah
She sucked my dick so now that bih' wanna go down (What? Ew), yeah
Ayy, told that bitch to go down (No), yeah
Cause that bitch fuck with him, that is nasty (Yeah)
I done fucked on Ashley
Ain't gon' say her name, who the one to blame? (What?), yeah
What's his name? Woulda'-, what's his name? (What?)
[Chorus]
Gun on me, ooh
Lights, camera, action, yeah (That be Maaly Raw)
Run up on me, get to blastin' (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, all you boys, y'all is actors (What?)
Yeah, all my bitches, yeah, they actress (Yeah)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you mad)
Yeah, boy, you mad, 'cause you ran up (Boy you-, what?)