Rifle(Bae)

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Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifle
You will give your rifle a girl name
Because this is the only pussy, you people are going to get
Your days of finger banging
Old Mary Jane Rottencrouch
Through her pretty pink panties, ARE OVER
You are married to this piece 
This weapon of iron and wood
And you will be faithful

Uh huh uh huh 
Yea

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun 
When i rush trust you better run(x2)

VERSE 1
Eeverybody wit me Gangsta what
Rep yo set and throw it up
Still drunk and want more in my cup
Break it down and roll it up
Hold it down and live it up
R I P Pimp C and pour it up
People say i wouldn’t make it but so what
Trust 
I bet I bust
It’s a must that I stay faithfull
Stablle
Able 
Not to graze you 
Or to break you
But to make you
Girl 
You know Imma save you
Times two
What you wanna do
It’s just me and you
Take it to the next level
Glad you some metal
You should get a medal
Finger fuckin’ you girl i gotta be careful 
Iron and wood 
Feels so good
Get it Understood
No carpet
I ride leather and wood
In yo hood
Cuz I could
You just mad cuz you wish you could
Chi-Town east coast Hollywood
Trust none fear none misunderstood
But it’s still all good 
Cuz I’m still all good
If you superstitious then knock on wood
Rifle 
Snipe you
Cuz i don’t like you
Never could i be Americans Idol
Now people telling me
I
Wanna be like
But realize I am yo rival
Just like this 
Never could you be 
Just like me
YTP 
Got Rizzi on the beats
And you know I let both of them thangs skeet

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun 
When i rush trust you better run(x4)

VERSE 2
It’s ashame 
How i bring the pain
How i make it rain
I confused you lame
I got the fame
But ain’t much changed
I’m still the same 
I’ll remain the same 
BANG
Living life in the fast lane
Whats yo main purpose 
Is it worthless
Are you helpless or hopeless
Moody or bogus 
Be cautious when ya nervous
I deserve this
Everything that I got
Won’t stop 
Cuz I rock
Way more than hot
At the front door don’t you hear the knock
And you know I pimp hoes in the parking lot
A round of applause 
They asking what happen
That cromed out duck tape that gets to clappin’
My fingers is snappin’
On the dice never crappin’
My wings steady flappin’
I’m grippin’ and grabbin’
The bitches I’m stabbing
Snitches I’m cappin’
The beats I’m rapping
Money I keep trappin’
Baby mommas be jappin’
The babies be nappin’
The trees I stay tappin’
Never slackin’
In my mackin’
No slippin’ 
In my tippin’
Only Big Pimpin’
Like Mike without Pippen
No I’m not trippin’ 
A lil drippin'
When I’m sippin’
Stop Look and Listen
Not to mention cuz I’m dissin’
Haters fakers
Cuz tricks end up missin’
Back on a mission 
Cuz i really gotta get it
If I don’t then I’m really gon miss it
Shot to kill is the way I spit it
That’s why I just say
Spit yo game
Talk yo shit
Grab yo gat
Call yo clique
When I grab my gun a.k.a. my dick
When I grab my rifle that’s yo wig

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun 
When i rush trust you better run(x4)

VERSE 3
Bullets don’t kill people
People kill people
What does it equal
Evil people
We as the people 
Need to help our people 
Be there for our people
Cuz POWER in the people
Now Listen
To what I have to say
People die everyday
From the Chi to LA
My rifle name BAE
From New York to the Bay
She never have much to say 
And we don’t play
No looks in the face
But she stay by my waist
Close to my side 
Even when we ride
On that drive(Lake Shore Drive)
Gettin’ high
Observing everything as time goes by
I pray to a spirit and not to a sky
And my limit been way past the sky
Don’t reach for the stars jump past the sky
To see ones soul look in one eyes
No lies
Tell ya within what lyes
A person that lies
I despise 
Chances and tries
I’m that guy to fly to where you at and say how I feel eye to eye
No lie
No sticks and stones cuz my words will make ya cry
No lie it’s on cuz I said so 
Now listen sit back and take off ya coat
Don’t f*ck up my cash-flow 
If you do Imma act an asshole 
If you really just wanna know
So feel this
Cuz it’s the realist 
So drop back be cool before you get hit
If niggas want you
Then you and yo fam is the ones they will get
So feel this 
Cuz it’s the realist
It’s real shit
Ah ah 

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun 
When i rush trust you better run(x4)

And you already know
In case ain’t know
It’s YTP

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