Hell Rell - Gun Go Off lyrics

[Chorus] (Yeah) f** all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off) SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off) In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off) They ain't taking not one rock from me (n***a my gun go off) All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah) I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah) I'm in the streets n***a you know my gun go off (gun go off) I'm a G n***a you know my gun go off (you know my) [Verse 1] You either rich or you poor (poor) There's no in between You looking lost lil' n***a (come on) Come roll with the team (yeah) I'll show you how to get a block poppin' with' one gram (gram) Show you how to hold a AR-15 with' one hand (like this) I'm respected up in Cali n***a, Inglewood, Long Beach (Eastside) Respected in the A-Town, Zone 2, Zone 3 (yeah) So f** with' a man, n***a the man is Ruger (Ruger) In jail get you stabbed for a couple cans of tuna (in your neck) These hollow tips will hurt your stomach like a million sit-ups (yup) I'm from the Bronx but have my Brooklyn n***as shoot your crib up (got him) You see them gangstas over there, you think they just chillin' Nah they ain't just chillin' They ready to start k**in' (brat) That's my n***a Cash (Cash) That's Lil' Black Black can't read or write but he know how to shoot the Mack (yup) A walking brick I just hopped out the pot Thousand dollar jeans sagging when I hopped out the drop Ruger [Chorus] (Yeah) f** all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off) SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off) In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off) They ain't taking not one rock from me (n***a my gun go off) All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah) I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah) I'm in the streets n***a you know my gun go off (gun go off) I'm a G n***a you know my gun go off (you know my) [Verse 2] When I was locked up in the belly of the beast A lot of n***as lied about how they was living in the streets (true story) A n***a was a worker but he said he was a boss (boss) A n***a wasn't driving but he said he had a Porsche (lying) Some n***as was hard (hard) Some n***as was soft (soft) But this one kid kept saying his gun was going off (get a load of this man) He used to be up in the yard, bragging 'bout he done shot n***as (yeah) Over petty money, said he loved to pop n***as (poppin') Somebody came through from his hood then exposed him (yeah) Said he don't get busy n***as don't know him (never heard of you) See n***as frontin' like they gun go off (gun go off) He just flashing that sh**, call him a gun show off (gun show off) Yeah my sh** bust on broad day (day) That's on Lexington, Madison, 5th ave, Park ave, and Broadway (uh- huh) f** what you heard n***a I'm the real Ruger (Ruger) You better buy a vest for me I'm a real shooter [Chorus] (Yeah) f** all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go off) SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun go off) In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off) They ain't taking not one rock from me (n***a my gun go off) All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah) I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off (yeah) I'm in the streets n***a you know my gun go off (gun go off) I'm a G n***a you know my gun go off (you know my)