Lyrics:
Holon gucci coat around me as i'm walking through the storm
Ima gangsta can't be out here lacking keep a firearm
I can't never take a L so i take shi
hear them sirens
Paranoia so violent
Looking over shoulders
Cah' it feels too quiet
Is it fireworks or firearms firing?
Struggle to close these eyelids
Cupid got a gun
Cupid got a gun
Cupid got a gun
I'm on the run
I'm on the run
Cupid got a gun
Firearm
Bullets he shooting I race
Bullets impaling her
firearms
Got feds actin' nervous
You know I stay posted
DL on my motive
Botnet goin' global
CIA peepin' my postin'
Bitch, don't hit my mobile
Only deal in
heavily armed with cannons, incendiary bombs, and firearms of all sorts
Even books - and are heading toward one stately ship, mightier than them all
As they
of surprise
Here come a hundred of them dudes, fifth deep
Carryin' hero firearm, cause it's nice to be dry
Forteen and over LOG's and YG's ready to put
lies, I?m talking about the element of surprise
Here come a hundred of them dudes, fifth deep
Carryin? hero firearm, cause it?s nice to be dry
Bubba Sparxx
Some say me a di best dem come across
Mi legal firearm a fiber-glass
So nuh rush me wid do knife a rass
Dis plus me equal yuh life a lost
leather Vuitton vests-es
Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (skrt)
22 with greys, 25, left in a cage
I told him hold your head,
Tired
Glee, gleeful
This how you step, right here, look
I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon
I be ridin' 'round
Firearm always on me, I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong, how the fuck we playin' Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Little bro in the court, he's facin' life
Firearms, foreign cars, he's down to ride
Beat the charge, beat the odds, just tryna live this life
Sacrifices
Feds wanna find me out
See me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna
Tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't
Ayy, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm at the set skywalking bitch, bitch, ayy
Firearm on me, Human Torch
Boy think he tough, get that human torched
Apple
killers firearms
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm, pussy like a work of art
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far
suitcase in the trunk
Full of firearms and flash drives
Full of passports
And international money orders
For just in case I make it cross the border
bussin')
He's no harm, he ain't goin' through nothin' (goin' through nothin')
Firearms, we gon' knock down somethin' (bow bow)
Ring the alarm, new check
lying 'bout, one women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out, see me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna tell
and run the firearm's got a big reach
And if that brudda's trapping then he's playing me still
Weighing b deals yay and e pills
They say that he real cos
Timebomb, tick tock, I'm a ticking timebomb
Guess I needed a shoulder to cry on
Saw you tryna put up a firearm, a firearm
I know that we're dying,
King Kong boogie dance on, dance on
Sex bomb boogie dance on, dance on
I'm just gift wrapped to be unwrapped fuel injected
And I'm on firearm boogie
wanted firearm
Just 'xpect mi see mi name pon di invitation
Or make mi see mi self upon the television
And a make mi hear mi
Name upon the radio station
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
Tuck the firearm I got fire on me
Smoking dope until my minds gone wheres time gone
I remember they was capping now the same ones buying from me
When
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