Uncle Murda - Gun Clap lyrics

[Hook x2: Chief Keef] f** n***a wanna try me but it's not that You gon' catch some holes in your Sox cap We don't gum clap, we let guns clap b**h we don't gum clap, we let guns clap [Verse 1: Bo Deal] I don't gum clap, n***a I let guns clap Open wide, I'mma put the barrel where your gums at n***as better fall back, my n***as wearing all black Run up, a motherf**er lucky if they crawl back Hop out a four door, strapped up with a four-four Bet them hollows knock him out his frame like a photo, yeah I'm on Squad sh**, k**a' klan, the mob sh** Thirty pop off my hip if n***as wanna start sh** You n***as rapping, we live the sh** that we rap about f** talking, if it's a problem ho we can clap it out Flood a n***a quick, leave his a** sea sick High slugs will bang bang him on that Chief Keef sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Chief Keef] f** n***a wanna try me but it's not that I'm Chief Sosa, all you imitators stop that n***as slow as f**, they don't know we 'bout that You don't know us f** boy, we shoot snap backs Bullets beat his life like a southside This ain't no Southside, this Lex Luger track Where Lex Luger at? Smoke a forty pack I'm in the club flexing, my whole crew be strapped With a lot of weapons, n***as moving back Got b**hes staring, they like who is that? b**h it's GBE, we a ? We make sh** very scary for our enemies [Hook] [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] I'mma hit him in his head, where my hammer at? Let the forty put a hole in his Yankee hat If his crew wanna ride, they can get it too We know where them n***as be, we will k** 'em too Crip, Blood, I don't care what set you rep If you k** a snitch n***a, you'll get my respect Hit the club thirty bottles, make a movie yo Oh I treat a boosy broad like she a stupid ho When they start talking tell 'em shut the f** up I don't wanna get to know you, I just wanna f** I don't even know her name, she let me hit n***a Then I sent her back home to her b**h n***a [Hook]