Lyrics:
got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Cookin' up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With
Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With the recipe, whoop,
while in this room clueless
Alone I can assume if I lose I will prove my self useless
God help me to get induced more and stay exclusive
Give me more
the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The
Water, this one.
this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin'
He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up
Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin
Hey Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank
back off
I'll beat your motherfuckin ass boy
I'll do you like they did Rodney
Y'all can hang me now, not even death can stop me
House nigga, Field Nigga
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
of this way to get shot by my Glock 24
Got a bitch sitting courtside in the back
...
Twitching for some pussy you a rookie
I just spent some cash for
of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
steppin' in my 501z
Burner on my hip, ain't scared to die, know my time gon come
A lil nigga on the block, i'm posted with the biggest gun
They catch me
swimming in, like a shark
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
(Visualizing the realism of
Life in actuality) c'mon this sound, it had
To come
they say freeze
We ain't in the jungle no more but they still be lion wildin'
If ion finish this mission i'ma reincarnate no such thing as dyin'
We call
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
lose
Girls coming round yea they come by the 2s
Sippin on Dusse to Lighten my Mood
Speed in the whip or I just cruise
Aye
Tryna shine like the moonlight
the leader, follow me
They wanna beat me like Rodney
See me like Pac
Have me like OJ doing 100 in the drop
Railroad me like the Hurricane
But I won't stop,
swear it won't leave me 'lone, boy
Chopper come through spittin'
Try to run, where you goin', boy? Don't, boy
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
drowning me
Them see say the boy dey come, them dey flee
Them dey want put me down, I'm on fleek
Your dirty dirty mind I dey read
Taking back shots at your
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
him at one, shit the game no fun
Brah came with the work man
I came with the gun
He came with the gun but he left in the trunk
Told him chill for a sec
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