Omelly - Guns Down lyrics

[Produced by Zeidman Beats] Zeidman Beats, another banger for the streets [Verse 1] Every other day, n***as gettin' murdered Won't catch me lackin' in the field without my burner Whippin' with this tre-pound, Glock work I brought my big sh**, SK Stockworth Muzzle on the top of this b**h, them slaus-whistle Ain't none of these n***as f**in' with me, which I ain't listenin' I'mma hold it down, rather, rap on the streets sh** Do it for the real n***as, I've been through some deep sh** I'm on my last sack, I think I got it from bundles I don't play in traffic with the cops on my bumper I'm not pullin' over, that's just me from the jump I cut the half a brick soft, and I pray that it jump And all my n***as 'bout it, you can say what you want This life sh**, a gamble, you can play if you want And I don't call it beef 'till your face to this pump Knock out your teeth, you can't eat for a month [Hook] It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down When every other night you hear them gun sounds You hear them gun sounds I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down When every other night you hear them gun sounds You hear them gun sounds I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now [Verse 2] I got my strap in my holster, you know I'm born ready I do that drum and that Glock, you know I'm comin' heavy I put that beam on your top, that's head shots Yeah they call me Twin Lama, straight hitta, that's how I rock I'm still up in the kitchen whippin' the counter-clock I'll have my share with them b**hes, n***a I'm chasin' guap Black promoter that player put me, I took his watch I'm still shining off that f** n***a, thanks a lot I ain't with the arguing talk homie, I park sh** War time, I brought the whole block, n***a I spark sh** I'm in the kitchen cookin' up, sh** I've been official I'm on my smooth thug sh**, Balmain's and pistols Look a n***a in his eye, see the b**h in him p**y n***a, back the heat and pop, droppin' fish in him I never rock my Glock without the stick in it I can't win, I pop son, they gon' flip on me [Hook] It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down When every other night you hear them gun sounds You hear them gun sounds I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now It's hard to tell these youngins put the guns down When every other night you hear them gun sounds You hear them gun sounds I ain't ever lackin', got my strap right now