Izze The Producer - Da Gun lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] You keep talkin' that sh**, muhf**a You'll make me mad, I'mma get my cutter Get my M16, my MAC-11, my K, I'mma call my brother Matter fact, I don't need no 'nother n***a, I ain't even gotta call my brother This lil chopper gon' take care of all that drama 17, I don't need no mother I got pain, I k**ed the pen and I k**ed the paint job Rocket launcher, crazy gun like in Super Contra Kangaroo pouch with the strap, it's down under Satellite dish, turtle top dunk, cowabunga Got them black shades, can't see sh**, Stevie Wonder And I'll shoot a n***a in his sh**, you better run, bruh "Gucci got a gun, he 'bout to click, better run swift" I just wanna shoot, don't wanna hit, got a four fifth My n***as'll shoot yo' a** for sh**, they like 4-6 MAC-11, don't keep it at home, got it right here [Hook: Gucci Mane] Bag full of guns, let me pick out one Whomever wanna test, let that bad man come Who wanna war? Let come, bet the game begun Because I murk n***as for fun, man, I k** for fun, for fun Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun Gucci got a gun, please put down the gun Flocka got a gun, please put down the gun Gucci got a gun, please put down ya gun! [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] .38s, .45s, Glock 9s, pistol in my hand, I don't do the waistline Heart all black, Akon, how you gettin' money but can't make bond? Silencers on the chopsticks, Avon - I got a lot of guns Big guns like Contra that'll shell shock you like Blanka Shooter save a shooter, I'm a top shotter Waka Flocka Flame, I got the juice, partner Low jolt the gun, that's the anaconda f** the law until they free my partner Chopper kick like Liu Kang, free Poo Tang, who-who bang? You real then I'm recruitin', you a dead man wit' that FN in my hand Don't f** wit' n***as, Ku Klux Klan, get love all in the Motherland Make ya best friend k** you for the bands, get love all in Rosecrans Got a Mack 10, AK, SK, .223, 3 throwaways, that's a 40, real P-Funk Slow him down like a speed bump, the barrel pump, Elmer Fudd Whoever thugs, I'll leave ya slumped, show you no love I'm shinin' hard, Michael Jackson glove Brick Squad, there's too many guns, shoot for fun, just because k** a n***a, k** a n***a, k** a n***a, k** a n***a, Squad! [Hook] [Verse 3: Ca$h Out] Ca$h Out got a gun, put ya hands up They say they want war, put ya bands up I buy these n***as' partners, make 'em hit they mans up And these n***as snitchin', that's why they takin' a stand, bruh Jewels 'round my neck, ridin' by myself Pistol on my hip just in case a n***a wanna trip And I don't need no crew Them the n***as who snitchin' on you Just a couple real n***as 'round me Who don't give a f** about you, ooh These n***as know I hang around them shottas Only comin' for ya medulla oblongata Wanna see yo' noodles, love eatin' pasta (I'm on the phone wit' Mac A Zoe, he put me on the roster) Yeah, we talkin' crazy, in Miami in a rari wit' them Haitians sh**, I just talk it how I live it Probably that's the reason why I party at Liv, rich n***a sh** [Hook]