Gun Music

[Sample] "You get old enough, you remember a reason why everybody wants to whack you You believe them all, but you know somebody got to be lying Or maybe, they're all lying When you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble, baby You're in trouble" [Hook] Gun music Fuck a ho, slap a foe, smoke a blunt to it If you're a chump, turn it off, this is dump music If you're a boss, send them niggas to the store to it That old school shit This is that gun music Fuck a ho, slap a foe, smoke a blunt to it If you're a chump, turn it down, this is thump music If you're a boss, send them killers on a prow to it, now bow to it This is that gun music [Verse 1] Fuck a hit, radio can suck a dick I go to MTV and 106 to buck a clip Shoot that nigga Terrence in his head If he tell him "fuck his mama" then he probably got his parent in his bed Hardbody, flow should be illegal like a sawed shotty Come to the Mo, you better call somebody Slap a sissy ass nigga cause he's sissy ass I don't need no motherfucking reason, I'll pick his past Niggas be like, "why you so mad, Nickel?", shut the fuck up I tell the fliest bitch in the world I'm just as stuck up Yeah, and that's how I feel, fight me about it Down to do time over this shit, write me about it I'm ending any problems, sometimes, I even start them I take a nigga balls off them, leotard them Pop go the motherfucking weasel like a R-A-G-E in Harlem Nigga this is that [Hook] [Verse 2] You know if you murder, I'm here to see you I got my wife and my nigga, Kino, on pins and needles They don't know if they gon' get that Royce caught his death call Or that department of corrections collect call I'm going to hell in a hand basket I whoop a nigga's ass good, that asswhooping is handcrafted I rather put them triggers to you cause niggas will sue you You're fucked like I just donated my liver to you If you ain't get that last line nigga, drink with me I got muscle out here, I roll around with strength with me Yeah, your boy drinks but your boy thinks Show up with niggas that's born to be what you boys can't We're so deep in this motherfucking club I got you contemplating leaving your crew like Lloyd Banks Rather it's fair or not, it you and me And it ain't nothing between us but air and opportunity, this is that [Hook] [Verse 3] My own cousin say I talk about killing too much He talk about me talking 'bout killing too much What the fuck I'm supposed to talk about, world peace? Nigga please, go somewhere and kiss your girl feet And while you're sitting down peeing, play some R&B I'ma be making the murder movies, staring me This shit here ain't for fakes If you ain't laid a nigga down, that's bound to be the reason why you can't relate Y'all niggas can do the hoe shit While you're making songs for my chick, I'm somewhere fucking your bitch Somewhere over the bridge ordering squid I rather call it calamari, a rounded Ferrari For rent is 2600 down like an Atari I'm sorry, on my life, I'm the life of the party On my mama's life, I bust before Realer than any nigga rhyming, fuck the flow, this is that [Hook] Gun music Fuck a ho, slap a foe, smoke a blunt to it If you're a chump, turn it off, this is dump music If you're a boss, send them niggas to the store to it That old school shit This is that gun music