Statik Selektah - Future Guns lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro] Get out (I'm gone, every time I'm rolling in, I'm gone...) Ay shouts to Statik Selektah Ay, b**h your selection Ay, there's some n***as out here Ay, that need inspection Ay, they need the lecture Ay, [?] election [Verse 1] b**h I regret to inform you all your threats just annoy us Damn, you can bang that gavel all you wanna But your honor, b**h, you can't take my respect or my honor I'm hot as smoking marijuana in a sauna Little b**h I'm hot as a pot of tea, Harlem is a part of me Old white man look down on me Like “Look here little light skin boy your grandpop was my property” Don't let me f** the game, I'm gon' need some top at least Drop the top in Cabo beach, ugh And every time they suggest I cop a chain or a ring, or a range or a plane I'mma laugh right in they face, oh my God, I'mma laugh right in they face Uh, oh, uh, I might cop a school of something New everything, a new pool or something (new things) That's some cool sh** to do with something (cool as hell) [Outro] (Ay shouts to Statik Selektah man, appreciate it) (Wrong sh** make the beat go Baca (boom boom boom)) (Make the motherf**er drop off) (Ugh, I got future guns (pew pew pew) got them future guns)