[Verse 1: Jesse James]
Nine to your fuckin' skull, a .380 to your back, a deuce-deuce between your legs, and now your ass handicapped
I told you [?] gas, that you can't fuck with this
I catch your ass slippin', bitch, it's gon' be a murder quick
Im down with Ten Wanted Mens, I'm vampin' up off the scene
I'm poppin' them Glocks and hoes, now I'm ballin' real clean
These niggas be talkin' trash, you know you can't stay alive
I put the nine to your head, you know that it's time to die
[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hеy, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
[Verse 2: Haylo]
My crazy and stupid fools, who think you can step to this
I hit likе Mike Tyson, mane, so get your ass off my dick
A nigga like throwin' V's, do don't even try to trip
Your fuckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, your ass gon' get pistol whipped
My money's like gettin' low, a nigga like buyin' shit, then put on a ski mask and rob, rich, rich
My eyes are bloodshot red, the money's like in my head
This Glock I got packin' weight, mane, it'll make you scared
You stayed you did not run, I think you the bravest one, your filthy ass talk alot, I might just cut your tounge
You scared, you scared, ho? Don't punk out on me now
Givin' me money will make my ends for lay you down
A shot to your fuckin' mouth, straight through your fuckin', head
Here we go again, mane, now you just in the med
Haylo is 'bout comin' hard, I tell you, I show no love
You fuckin' with Ten Wanted Mens, a nine to your fuckin' skull
[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
[Verse 3: Princess Loko]
Gangster bitch, flowin' and showin' you busters don't come in correct to a Four Corner nigga
Nine to your skull as I'm showin' no love for the bitches and snitches, Loko pullin' triggers
Don't perpetrate, imitate, man, I'ma regulate Cowards, these lemons gon' stick with they kind
Can't have a sucker no punk motherfuckers
Loko can't be goin', forever 'bout my mine
Physcopath, lunatic, quick to click on a bitch
Killers and niggas that don't give a fuck
Grab my tool tightly, don't let it go slightly, I got a big clizzit you niggas can suck
National gangsters don't fuck with no princess, I'm dumpin' these lemon lames down in the trash
Ho, that you told just let me unload so I can commence to whoopin' your ass
Devious pimpin', I'm low down mischevious, catchin' 'em slippin' off grippin' the tone
Packin' artillerly, catchin' and crossin' now on my set, so, nigga, it's on
Wanna be makin' me gonna be takin' me to a new level, so stay the fuck back
Learn a few lessons, this pimpin' I'm stressin', so flakers and traitors just stay off my set
[Chorus: 8Ball, Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
Too late now, trick, already—
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
My Glock make this sound, when I buck down clowns
[Outro: 8Ball]
Cock my motherfuckin' gun
Cock my motherfuckin' gun
Cock my motherfuckin' gun
Cock my motherfuckin' gun, hey, punk
