Get My Gun

I’m a classy nigga I got a sledgehammer for your answer Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea You think that is an overreaction Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Anybody else want to negotiate? In the beginning I was humble I don’t give a fuck now Any nigga say some shit Automatic shutdown A snap of my finger, I’ll snap your femur I know I a proper cleanup service that will drop by and cleanup Blood and brains in the drapes, get vacuumed and steamed up I’m married to the mob forever, baby no pre-nup I’m talking big shit, yea, don’t it sound good? I call shots homie and I don’t even run the hood Think I was put on, I ain’t even from no hood Gangbanger don’t bang, my gun do the same thing Look good in red or blue, I never could choose between That’s really probably why I ain’t never joined a gang I’m too fashion savvy, indecisive, plus I’m happy Fuck jail and I’m allergic to them hot shells Grew up in it, tell you bout it like a bronx tale I got a bone to pick, big as an ox tail I got a sledgehammer for your answer Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea You think that is an overreaction Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun I’m so damn suave, yea so damn hood I’m coroner west coast, god damn a nigga good Got a gun ain't had to use it yet, knock knock on wood If I pop this big shit, it’ll knock down redwoods Wish a nigga would, no I don’t. wish he wouldn’t ‘Cause if he do his brains is goo, homie, jello puddin’ I’m no killer, no terminator But if you push me, I’mma make a great impersonator These niggas ain’t shit and ain’t never gonna be shit I’m on a yacht in c carters call me seasick Blondes and brunettes, I feed them sea dick A nigga get popped, I ain’t see shit Love will get you killed, I can’t show no remorse You rappers look like food, Aqua Team Hunger Force So bon appetite, I’ll pack a knife and a fork A lot of rappers they eatin’, cali and New York I got a sledgehammer for your answer Blowtorch from my cigarettes yea You think that is an overreaction Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun Wait till I get my gun No, no, don’t take your shirt off nigga we ain’ fighting Wait till I get this mo’fuckin gun Nigga I have fun in jail I love the apple sauce they have in jail It’s not that bad Man I don’t even care no more A nigga stay high wherever I go Either off weed, them pills, or some blow Looking for the party. where the bitches? let’s roll I got my gun, my gun, if a nigga wanna start some shit Mofucker don’t run, don’t run, cause I’mma kill you and your bitch Whoa whoa wait a minute hold the phone In no shape or form have I ever condoned Killing somebody, him or his bitch Unless he deserved it and she’s an ugly ass bitch I’m crucial, yea so crucial But so’s the whole world, best believe the feeling’s mutual Dog eat dog in Kathmandu Fuck it, I’m gonna eat like man vs food Nigga I’m senseless I’m outta control nigga If I get this gun nigga and you hear heads pop off I’m popping niggas I’m popping babies I’m popping bitches I don’t care I have no standards Nigga I’m put a fucking nipple on the end of a silencer and put it in a baby’s mouth