I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta
x 2 (Hook)
that A.K go
that Baretta go
that Shotty go
that Desert Eagle go
i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish
x 2 f** you want I got goons by the door
the f** you think I got 'em for
n***as aint beefin no more
they'll carry your body to the morgue these n***as betta stop it
we got them hammers we'll put nails up in your coffin
I'm sick of n***as and them hollows them 'em coughin
And if he lives there's no way that n***as walkin These n***as turnin b**h like they dressed in drag
A sleeping trip to hell get the black zipper bags
All my n***as they rounded up and when that barrels in your face its looking dark as f** You better get up out my face
That SK get to spraying faster than some mace
When it rains they say it pours
sh**s all sweet till my n***as at your front door (Hook) I'm something you can't ignore
100 rounds spit everywhere like it's on tour
You do drive by's I put shells through your door
I'll have him leaking like I opened up his pores I'm f**ing crazy try me n***a
You can't even eat if you don't run it by me n***a
I aint gotta carry guns my goons they fire triggers
Gun shells hit you hard and run right through you like its liquor You can hate me n***a go head and try to scheme
Silencers equipped on infrared beams
You aint got my bread well I got this toast
I'll Sunday school a n***a make him get the Holy Ghost I'm semi-holding ch-ch-ch-choppa loaded
I'll leave him stinkin in the forest with his skin corroded
So you can keep talkin sh** boy
You eating breakfast my goons at your back door (Hook) I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish
I get pissed and all you hear is (rat tat tat tat tat tat)
x 2 tell these n***as I aint playing with 'em
f** a wrong place wrong time his homies laying with 'em
I'm something you cant ignore
I love the smell of gore (Hook)