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]
n*ggas in the street that I dislike
You better get this right, these days what the f*ck is a fist fight?
Picture me puttin' n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin' life took
'Cause I can't wait to be a n*gga's fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin' light-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave, n*gga
I'll have to give you to the motherf*ckin' grave digger
Yeah, motherf*cker, you heard it
Doin' all that rope-a-dope sh*t, nope, your dopey-ass is murdered
n*ggas'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin' a motherf*ckin' body bid
So you can take all that Rocky sh*t home
Sylvester Stallone ain't sh*t against Al Capone
'Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherf*ckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
b*tch, I don't knock motherf*ckers out, I'm knockin' motherf*ckers off
Leavin' the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head, about four across the belly
Steady givin' n*ggas the runs
f*ckin' 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 n*ggas better hop or chill
'Cause my Glock can kill twenty motherf*ckers with boxin' skills
That's how I'll put a n*gga's head out
The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
And I don't give a f*ck if you know Judo
'Cause I'ma blow your motherf*ckin' ass to Pluto
And when I blast the trey, n*ggas pass away
Put in the ground 'til your silly clown ass decay
To all you n*ggas with the jokes (Is everybody ready?)
Well, d-d-d-dat's all, folks (Yeah)
'Cause, n*gga, you don't want the nine to go *gunshot*
n*ggas like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
No uppercuts, you'll be another motherf*cker bucked
Gettin' all rough in scuffed up boots
Hell no, I'm givin' motherf*ckers burial suits
Your little TKO was A-OK
My way is RIP, n*ggas are DOA
Dead on arrival
So, n*gga, you better come with your gun if you want survival
From the MAC-11
And those are real shots on the motherf*ckin' track seven
I ain't kickin' n*gga's buns
If it's a b*tch, I'ma her, you better go for your guns
[Interlude]
What the f*ck 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, n*gga, you act like you wanna fight
What? Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah, I wanna fight (*Gunshot*)

[Verse 3]
Rollin' up on n*ggas wearin' wigs
'Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherf*ckin' pigs
Kool G Rap's a bad decision
f*ck front page, I'm puttin' n*ggas on television
I got heart, kid, if you want, we can throw it out
But you ain't got no heart, motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker, be a learner
'Cause I can't hand wrestle a n*gga without pullin' out my burner
Still want a motherf*cker to fight
You f*ck 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 n*ggas than loose-leaf
So come on, Bruce Lee
Yo, I'ma show you who the motherf*cker is with all the juice, G
So if you wanna intimidate a n*gga like me, great
I'll make your f*ckin' head disintegrate
I'm sendin' n*ggas to Bedrock, look out for the red dot
Or get your motherf*ckin' head shot
n*ggas are dialin' 9-1-1
Huh, you little b*tch n*ggas go for your guns