Lyrics:
like my gun
I came with a lot of ones
Shake it like a fully auto you know I be full throttle on that ass make some cash girl your a real model
And I
From love into hate girl
You made my heart break girl
The games that you played girl
Yeah I should've known
And now that it's over
It's too late for
of all I don't like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya
You one of them niggas try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I'm one
come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang
wanna walk out the door
I don't give a fuck 'bout a system, get rid of that shit like I'm sellin' a PS4
But if you wanna play, then my gun's what I
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black Connection you bitch you
[Chorus] (2X)
[Lil Ya]
SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!
Is you rolling
Bitch I might be
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be
Yeah!
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax
inside
I've
I've had long days wasted on memories
And wet pillows from where I've cried
Don't
Don't
Don't get me wrong
I have my pride
After all I'm a man
gauge
Shotgun, 'cause son, the Shane is not the one
The noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stinger
Bring your girl to my show and I'ma swing her
fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie
fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie
get it fucked up
I need more guns like I need more funds
Like I need more businesses for my dunns
Like I need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep
they not boy
Err'bitch say that she a bad bitch
Errbody on Instagram lookin' like (I ain't got Instagram)
Errbody say they started from the bottom now
tic for tat
But the last got whacked and no get back
Thought that it was love but I'm struggling where the fuck they at
From the side you gotta stay
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
gave me DMT, straight from your brain, girl
(I'm with the boys, making the noise)
We weren't in nature to marry again
(I'm with the boys, making
Watching blossom, bubbles, butter cup
Cant marry that girl, dont love her but
Bubblebaths and rubber ducks
Ride stick and im your mothers clutch
I was
know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that
Uh, uh, YG, you changed
Ever since you
problem is that she does not come by a lot
Think I'm a liar because every guy has lied a lot
Shit, I'm just tryna get a title shot
There's this girl I kinda
bring it I'm callin y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
off dope
And bought me some assets
And my car came with the gadgets
And my bitch ass is the fattest
And I get money the fastest
That's why they hating
a hunnid, you might get the key to the Cullinan
Rich bitches all I fuck with (all I fuck with)
If I can buy somethin' that you can't get, damn right, I
this that Master P
Gun slang (gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm
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