Trae Tha Truth - Guns lyrics

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] Guns talk k**ers breathe Heavy metal got me raining lead Won't roll up near ya so ya covered in red People sick of pain so they playing dead Ak 47 I ain't never scared “Put it down” be the words you ain't never Said Take less than a second how this sh** go It's a dead a** road can't get ahead Ya ever heard 10 shots calling for ya like “wake up!” Now you in the grave. How the f** you Finna wake up? Must of forgot the whole scene got taped Up Playing with heat the whole scene got baked Up So Im bent up in the seal looking at it Pictures so clear but its painted dramatic n***as run up leave you smoking like Attics With bullets so rapid they soundin like Static Guns make half of the people I know feel Invincible Covered in black now they feeling Invisible No hospital but condition is critical Guns. Everybody ain't meant to have em When under pressure and a coward grab Em Leave open fire then let ya have em like Damn [Verse 2: Caskey] Down south like the wild west Bullets hit your entire chest Some struggle to digest but I seen the Trouble tried to buy a vest Im rollin round with these reptiles Dropouts, Stepchilds Who got no love for their old folks And try to rob tourists at Wet n' Wilds and That's wild Very few of them vile This the birthplace of racism so these black Folks here don't smile And these white folks set flames to crosses With ignorance that they Sprayed across it Watch close who you talk to cuz everybody Here that you talk to got… [Hook] GUNS Ahhh that ain't nothing strange You should keep your cool cuz these right Hips contain… (bang) Guns Down south folks get off You just came with that one two and that Kung fu better get lost These guns (bang) Some will need survival, some just tryna Flex, some just like they rifles These guns (bang) Everyone here got em That could be a problem But I know what could solve it These guns [Verse 3: Caskey] Revolvers round here ain't nothing new Even toddlers in back roads of these wild Cities been known to shoot My old man loved the gun range more than Church And on Sundays Had a mac 10, shotguns, desert E's, and this One (A)K that I never shot! That beretta taught me that lead is hot As a kid shot at this coke can with a BB Gun in an empty lot That was till I was old enough Now its under my bed and not cold enough sh** hot Anybody could get got cuz they tryna eat And who am I ? Im just tryna sleep Was always told that the loudest mouth Will never be the type to let the fire speak As a child I'd be sitting at home Pops upstairs bout to get the chrome for a Kid my age bout to split to bone All cuz he ain't know… that my pops had [Hook] 55 year old neighbor Old man he was pistol totin Like to sit on his back porch smoking Loud. Sip coronas Waiting for the next man to slip Used to keep the grip on his hip 38 snub nose draw… you know how its Small and gone fit Everybody wanna be raw Nobody wanna get hit I've done seen thugs turn soft when they Parallel to the clip You ain't gotta tell me sh** I don't seen it all… from the stick up Draws Young kids getting it raw, my old man Sippin the sauce clickin it off safety Dare someone round here try break me Act big get tough then take me outta my Zone Innovative but they got bad information Rifles in Lakeland Pistols with Jamaicans Even get a grenade Used to keep the blade but these days can't Nobody stop these guns! [Verse 4: ClicKlack] ClicKlak sound effect of that strap The first gun I ever owned was 38 on my Lap I was 15 with a new revolver and a pocket Full of them racks Had a sweet connect in high-school he Fronted me and I brought it back Member Pablo? That 22 that you got me? It held 9 and saved my life when them f** n***as tried to rob me And I let looooose ya I caught 2 with that 22 This real life I'm telling you, this what the f**in mind of a felon do And I'm like member Baxter? That 45 with Them big slugs? Got caught slippin at the strip club, broke In my car and they took her And I'm like memba Fatboy? That shoot out In lakemary Kept ya mouth closed n you wasn't scary Did ya time and I know ya feel me f** n***a, dont ask me, if caskey eva Blast heat Especially when Im riding with him like Pa**enger in a taxi With loaded pistols in the back seats, in all Black on these back streets This keep pushin from bokey been shooting Shots like Stephan Curry Bumpin scooter with a sharp shooter in all Red Carlos boozer No bullsh** just full clips n ill hate to Really have to do it to ya Hit Dre fresh tell him call the west, ask Gwalla if I could use the tech Bang yonka boi tell him load stick out Front ya house with these Guns biiitch