[Intro: FBG Duck]
Like, Gingerbread Mane, man
I hear they sayin' what you gon' do, lil' n***a
A motherucker already know, man, we 'bout to turn up in this motherfucker
Let's get it
Don't I always go crazy?
I'm smokin' dope
Shout out to the gang (Gang-gang)
Sheesh
See you sayin' what you gon' do, lil' n***a (Turn up)
Aight, they talkin', they talkin' (Turn up), these n***as ain't go do shit (Turn up)
Who the fuck you gon' do with that tool, lil' n***a? (Ayy, ayy)
Took my shooter out the cut, then put him on the roof, lil' n***a (Woo)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Ayy, what you gon' do, lil' n***a? (Ayy)
(What you gon' do, lil' n***a?)
I see you all on the internet sayin' what you gon' do, lil' n***a (No)
(I ain't got time to pick a fight with you, lil' n***a)
Who you gon' do with that tool, lil' n***a? (I don't know)
(That's what I'm tryna see right now)
Took my shooter out the motherfuckin' cut, then put him on the roof, lil' n***a (Woo)
(Bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, baow)
Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a (Grrat)
(Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a)
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' hat like a Froot Loop, lil' n***a (FBG shit)
(There he go, better duck your fruit, lil' n***a)
I'll stomp you out with my Timberland boots, lil' n***a (FBG, bitch)
(With my Timberland boots, lil' n***a)
You gon' keep talkin' that shit 'til you lose your tooth, lil' n***a (Turn up)
[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
You are not real, you can't walk in my shoes, lil' n***a (No, woo)
(Can't walk in my shoes, lil' n***a)
Took my shooter out the motherfuckin' cut, then put him on the roof, lil' n***a (Bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, baow)
Thirty shots aimed at you, lil' n***a
(Thirty shots aimed at you and your crew, lil' n***a)
Spot his ass, shot his ass, got his ass, better not move, lil' n***a
(Got his ass, got his ass, click-clack, baow, turn up)
Hop in the foreign goin' yoom, lil' n***a (Yoom, yoom, skrrt)
All my shooters gon' shoot, all of 'em goons, lil' n***a (Baow, baow)
(St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence)
You say your gun hold a mop, mine hold a broom, lil' n***a (Bah, bah, bah, baow, n***a)
All these guns I tote, they'll [?] lil' n***a (Brrt, bah)
The streets are not for you, better stay in school, lil' n***a (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Want to go to war with me? Okay, cool, lil' n***a (Okay, cool, true)
You not gettin' no money, why you frontin' your move, lil' n***a? (why you frontin' your move, lil'— Money)
I don't really trust nobody, but my tool, lil' n***a, gang (Baow, woo)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Ayy, what you gon' do, lil' n***a? (Ayy)
(What you gon' do, lil' n***a?)
I see you all on the internet sayin' what you gon' do, lil' n***a (No)
(I ain't got time to pick a fight with you, lil' n***a)
Who you gon' do with that tool, lil' n***a? (I don't know)
(That's what I'm tryna see right now)
Took my shooter out the motherfuckin' cut, then put him on the roof, lil' n***a (Woo)
(Bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, baow)
Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a (Grrat)
(Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a)
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' hat like a Froot Loop, lil' n***a
(There he go, better duck your fruit, lil' n***a)
I'll stomp you out with my Timberland boots, lil' n***a
(With my Timberland boots, lil' n***a)
You gon' keep talkin' that shit 'til you lose your tooth, lil' n***a
[Verse 2: Gingerbread Mane]
It's Ginger and Duck, tell me, who the fuck is you, lil' n***a?
I shoot, I bust shots, have you runnin' out your shoes, lil' n***a
You can call me your pops, I'm comin' with the broom and I clean room, lil' n***a
Like JoJo, I fuck your moms, JoJo World, lil' n***a
R.I.P. to the flow, I'm sorry the flow had to go, lil' n***a
You mad 'cause she wanna fuck me and she don't wanna fuck you, lil' n***a?
You a lame if you ain't smokin' dope, [?] cool, lil' n***a
You ain't gettin' no money, [?] is you a rude, lil' n***a?
You can catch me on White Plains Road with the bros, I'm a fly lil' n***a
You can catch me with the hoes on the block, gettin' high, lil' n***a
And yeah, I got my gun on me, so if a n***a act up, you gettin' shot, lil' n***a
Six feet deep, put yo in the box, lil' n***a

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Ayy, what you gon' do, lil' n***a? (Ayy)
(What you gon' do, lil' n***a?)
I see you all on the internet sayin' what you gon' do, lil' n***a (No)
(I ain't got time to pick a fight with you, lil' n***a)
Who you gon' do with that tool, lil' n***a? (I don't know)
(That's what I'm tryna see right now)
Took my shooter out the motherfuckin' cut, then put him on the roof, lil' n***a (Woo)
(Bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah, baow)
Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a (Grrat)
(Red dots aimed at you, lil' n***a)
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' hat like a Froot Loop, lil' n***a
(There he go, better duck your fruit, lil' n***a)
I'll stomp you out with my Timberland boots, lil' n***a
(With my Timberland boots, lil' n***a)
You gon' be talkin' that shit 'til you lose your tooth, lil' n***a