It's Gunz. Shout to my BK n***as
Shmurda what up n***a? Let's get it
Cory, he some hot n***a
They caught me with the Taurus not the Glock n***a
Yall n***as too loud feds watch n***as
Find me with me blazers bussin shots n***a
Ain't nothin open for you but the shop n***a
We get jiggy bussin jugs bussin chops n***a
Got some n***as doin life doing shop n***a
They be shooting at the cops n***a
Free Teezy ho, free my n***a Scat, Free fleezy yo
You know we countin up when yall back out
And if she on da flow Imma go in dat mouuuuuth
You stupid if you think you got me slippin boy
Ask about me I be grippin boy!
Scorin Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen boy
You could keep the ho, I'm bout this chicken boy!
AK47 at your squadron. You be quick to give me to the sergeant
I do the shmoney dance and I dodge itttttt
Then I pistol-whip you like the chargers
I feel like a hundred thousand million. A project of the section 8 I'm really in
Put on the plate, you chow now. Fresh out the box, take a towel blow down, POW!
No pause either cuz he strapped now. Breeze movin P's out the trap now
I told my n***a Charlie “yo I'mma turn it up”. Don't need a hunnit n***as just a couple real as us
b**h. I'm a thug n***a. Razors blades, with those in the club n***a
If it ain't a pistol, it's a snub n***a. Whoever got a issue it's a dub n***a
Drinked out and I'm ridin out wit yo b**h
Walking my hater straight to that frank stand
They don't gotta bump, my sh** talkin cause that strap to go break dance. Like a bad deal, I'm rip off em. b**h stop it put yo face on yo b**h chest like it's a locket
Got an extra shell in my fifth pocket for the seventh n***a that sh** poppin
Young Money that sh** poppin, yo sh** droppin, yo sh** floppin
No bullsh**. I don't talk feelings; with kindness I make soft k**ings
That last single I was on really sold 3.5, 4 milli. Like take that pop bang, no payback don't play with me. Google me, I'm hot n***a, that 9 milla stay with me
So dead that, a** back. You'll die if I don't get that bread back, too tired for that bed nap, well I'm getting high as that head crack
These n***as ain't got no style, running round on my old swag
That's so bad, y'all throw this sh** like y'all run around with my whole bag. Got one thing clear bout Gunna, hear a f**ing thing bout Gunna. (I air nut sling mouth runnin like shots into they outcomers n***a!)