Lyrics:
up and stop lettin the devil tempt me
Usin materialism to jealousy to pimp me
Live by the gun, die by the gun, to put it simply it's gettin shady
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet
[Chorus]
You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga
But sit the fuck down you
out
Instead I bring these bags
That's full of cash back to the stash house
I don't have to brag
She know I'm that, by how I cash out
She like my
Don’t Come For My Gun
by Michael Macpherson
I’ve seen dumb, and seen dumber and they either wear an R or a D.
Gave up, on cable ‘cause you know
The Liks and WhoRidas
Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
Young boy took a liking
To them guns
Now he rob
Heard he robbed the same nigga three times
Wit his rod
Mod got killed by a childhood friend
Rio got off
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm
they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right
Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm
bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
Well, he caught me in my van
The gun shot men forward
Check me out in my black Transam dippin'
but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook it'self
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell it'self
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid
Back in the booth
Foreign Roy had to bring out
Trapped in the truth
Two
No mac I improve
My beats and rap
For the fans and the crew
Who
Always
niggas clear the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, come on!
Tell your crew to be easy, niggas run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em
used the samе guns (Boom, boom, boom)
This that 7-1-murder shit
My niggas sell dope and murdеr shit (Brr)
Hundred thirty to life and he
Ain't tell 'em
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
same
Momma left us to the system
And we all to fucking blame
I been in and out of juvie man they know me by my name
Yeah we from the same place
But we
that what determine the outside of me
I been out in the cold so long shit the cold don’t bother me
Every other day its a drug sell its a gun shot its
You're a velvet daydream
Mixed with Amphetamines
Got me hypnotized
And the kids sell rock
In payphone umbrellas
Keeps them up all night
Pull out
and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it
Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself
Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how
One two three
People pullin out their guns
One two three
Guns fired off everyone starts to run
One two three
Shots going off I ain't talking about
brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin' brains out
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin'
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time
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