Lyrics:
John hay phenomenon the megabomb
Transformed in a firearm like megatron
You get stepped on and shit upon, I'm a stay calm
Knowin' brothers wanna do me
on
Fuckin' with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
My nigga e-4-0
Double jeff
And kyoz
You way off
And hoes like a fro
You gunn stay soft
That's why
shootin'
We shootin' them down
I, I, I got a firearm fetish
Fascination
Infatuation
Yeah for my haters
Raise a temp.
Give 'em fever
How I wish I could hold
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
Bitches imitate,
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
smokin' J's rockin' J's in the rap Ernie Barnes
If I paint a canvas it'd be Melee
Firearms, Viacom, maricón
If she bad I invite her home
Buying chains
from me
If a nigga wanna hang with me
Gotta shoot a firearm for me
Got a company, off a quarter key
Run off on me it's a tragedy
Gold masterpiece like
to jail today"
"It also didn't help that Gucci Mane was arrested in July
In Henry County for DUI marijuana possession
And possession of a firearm by
a shower, and then I strapped on my firearm
Grabbed my Pelle Pelle cause I wanna look fly when I die,
But it ain't my turn to say goodbye
How do I know?
bed tried to break my alarm
Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm
Grab my Pelle Pelle 'cause I want to look fly when I die
But it ain't
worth
Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
Survival tactics means, busting gats to prove you hard
Your firearms are too
supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
to get CREAM, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last
the air like a DJ spin do, I'm the loudest of the loud
I'm the flyest of the fly, when it comes to firearms I got Ryu and Ken moves
You ain't, bully
advise you find you something safe to do
'Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
'Cause I got a home, gotta
charges with a pistol
I use Viacom as my firearm and let the lyrics split you
Who do you rely upon? They shoot shells at Leviathan
I'm dealin? with
And then I strapped on my firearm
Grabbed my Pelle Pelle cause I wanna
Look fly when I die
But it ain't my turn to say goodbye
How do I know? Some people
One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life
uh
Street murderers, thug parasites
We official, no fake gators
Coppin' firearms with dud missiles
We leavin' scar tissues
That nigga Barry
One had all Guess on, looking like he had a vest on
The other Pelle Pell tucked with a firearm
Moving slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life
Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms
Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms
C-C-Carbon with a drum,
Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a.
He don't like firearms; he don't own knives.
He's one pacifistic sone of a bitch-a.
But
spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Where the hug you with the firearm, try it on
Like new school clothes, Black Star official
Smash when we do a show,
of rap, wrote backs that most slack
That note back before they turned coke to crack
To my dogs hearin' sirens on the firearms
Outcome die in wars
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