Hit Kids Not Juuls

Why you talk about guns
 Cause I like to
 A brutal homicide is
 Something I might do
 Like I fucking said hoe
 7 times bitch
 Pistol whipped, uh
 You gon die bitch
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
 Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
 Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
 Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang
 Bang in this bitch yeah the shots gonna rang out
 You annoying fuckin dick
 We not gonna hang out
 Hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
 You a big-bodied bitch so you don't got a neck
 Concrete fuckas blow your brains out
 Run around wit the mob when it fuckin rain out
 Rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
 I don't got a gun bitch I got 10 of em
 All my damn ops, 6 feet deep
 7 damn bodies, in the dark is where I creep
 Dark boy, with what
 With the messy hair
 Wander in the dark, bitch
 You go missing there
 Run around the motha fucka really boutta pop a fucka
 We don't hang whitchu cause you with the cops fucka
 I'm a milf magnet so I'm the real motha fucka
 I'm a milf magnet so hide your fuckin moms fuckas
 One-two, yeah I hit em with a one-two
 Wait till I show you what a motha fuckin' gun do
 Bitch move, running thru yo block with a big tool
 I don't give a fuck if I come off as a bit rude
 Voices in my head screaming nonviolent
 Ignored the devil on my shoulder he's gone silent
 Yeah they tellin me go violent
 The devil on my shoulder has been silent
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Hit kids not Juuls
 Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
 Run around the motha fucka, blacked out tints so you cant see us
 Onamona-fuckin-pia, posted in the black wife beater
 He done bled a fucking liter
 Bang in this bitch yeah the shots gonna rang out
 You annoying fuckin dick
 We not gonna hang out
 Hung by yo neck get dropped for a check
 You a big-bodied bitch so you don't got a neck
 Concrete fuckas blow your brains out
 Runa round wit the mob when it fuckin rain out
 R-r-r-r-r-rip a rib cage right out of your abdomen
 I don't got a gun, bitch, I got 10 of em
 All my damn ops, 6 feet deep
 7 damn bodies, in the dark, is where I creep
 Dark boy, with what
 With the messy hair
 Wander in the dark, bitch
 You go missing there
 Run around the motha fucka, really boutta pop a fucka
 We don't hang with you, cause you with the cops fucka
 I'm a milf magnet, so I'm the real motha fucka
 I'm a milf magnet, so hide your fuckin moms fuckas