Hodgy Beats - Igotagun lyrics

[Verse 1] b*tch! Calling and ripping through my precisions I'm k**ing, lyrical villain, I'm higher, touchin' the ceilin' I'm willing to f**ing win this, I'm in this to finish n***as for dinner I'm f**in' sinnin', begin to look out below to your temple (boom!) I call back, September, October, November, December You f*ggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter Rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey If I was starting to overlook me No contest, I arm wres, monster on his Loch Ness Got more than one penis, hoochies hop up on my crotches Spotless, f**ing a conscious goddess In the darkness, latches and harness is all set, I got this Heartless, congress, condoms, working on a topless [?] The compa** is directing, secting I get carried away with the s**ting, complexing She's yours, I'm annexing [Hook] I got a gun (I co*k it back) I got a gun (Better wear your strap) I got a gun (n***a, don't get clapped) You better run (See it in my lap) I got a gun (n***a, got my gun) I got a gun (n***a, this sh** fun) I got a gun (I'ma k** that b**h) You better run [Verse 2] Left Brain is my Lex Luger, b**h I'm Waka Flocka Over the stove, mixing music in a pot of rasta pasta Swag me the f** out, I stash my dirty money at Ca**ie's house Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth, 120 degrees [?] pistol holster's pouch Radness of warriors, j**lery store, gory who*es Bloody and lovely, Wolf Gang coyote ugly I'm a wild animal, b**h, I can't be tamed Or identified, or better, even named And ho, that's a shame, shoulda applied more effort in this game Yeah, call me Acronym Jim, keep my Beretta in my burgundy Tim [Hook] [Outro] Shoot that n***a, make sure he dead Shoot that n***a, aim for his head k** that b**h and steal her purse Call everybody here her phone if that mothaf**a works Take that, b**h, $40 a month