Gucci Shotgun

[Intro:] Ultimate Bitch It's a new day, bitch, mane Pretty boy, you feel me? Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B man I'm rockin' on these niggas, strong arming You feel me? Still gutta with it Still asleep, still waking up shit daily man In that dream... [Verse 1:] I punish bitches, I put Glocks on niggas It could be your fucking kid that feel that fucking trigger I came up so fast, I got whiplash Passed the game so fast and I stole the cash I hit a lick so big I'm a goon again Now I'mma thug fucking harder than I ever did The game up and down, nigga, like the stock market My mixtape game, nigga, it's the block market I never play for money I got no paper, my money in my family I got judged before the fucking court of law Just took a couple deals for the money scandalous [Interlude] You know what I'm saying? You know them judges take that (You gon' come up boy) I'm gangsta, man, you know we got that money If you really connected to them bills, you feel me, them millions, you playin' them games [Verse 2: Lil B] I'm ... young, and I'm in California I'm a California boy with the Gucci shotgun Uzi shotgun, I usually pop one I put suckas underground like them indie movies Any movie I'm in, this shit's real Look me in my eyes, bitch, because my hustle's real I pop suckas over issue Like you 40, I'll take a life over my fucking issue Like you 40, I love my niggas too I've never been a petty thief but I sell a brick flat Bitch'll never speak, I use to buy Fake Jordans all up in the streets Now I'm that street nigga that could buy the fucking sweep I beat the bitch, or I beat my ... (never, nigga) [Outro] I'm too gangsta nigga, no homo nigga That's for you pussy ass niggas man These niggas gettin' holes, we gettin' money you feel me Poppin' bottles, nigga, we do whatever I do man You know what I'm saying? Pick and choose the game nigga Ultimate Bitch, nigga