Rydah J. Klyde - Gun Language lyrics

[Intro] (?) [Verse 1: The Jacka] You only crying cause you know you wrong So many tears turned your heart into stone I bet you'll think about me when i'm gone Got rich and I ain't have to sell my soul I don't think, I pray Allah will get me through Insha'Allah, is not haram in my songs If so we leading everybody on Maricon, vende c**a Got caught up can't believe everything you told 'em What, did I ever do? I guess it's in your plans No better planner than you, I take it on the chin Lee lost a case, he won't come home again I'll never forget you'll always be the n** In my eyes these guys blind to the life we in [Hook] Money got me missing Salat Somebody pray for me I'm with Jacka and Freeway, You better bring a K for me MTM, me and Rydah gone cake money I got a n***a in every state that'll spray for me It ain't a n***a on earth took a grape from me .45 HK Trey Eight on Me Cause all a p**y n***a ever do is hate on me Gun language no talking you gone have to show me [Verse 2: Freeway] Whether, rapping or trapping i'm making it work If a n***a disrespect me put his face in the dirt We be moving with them weapons any place on the Earth Have a bully scared to even show his face on this turf This is game time and we can ball like Nerf I will pop you so I get to see the law at work When they, rush to get you f**ing with Philly Freezer He will leave you when he bust his pistol I'm talking third person but i'm the only person That'll hit you and'll spit you till the bone drizzle And I ain't got to borrow I got my own pistol Then your grandpa's down take Jerome with you Yall need to know that i'm Numero Uno (?) And chicks come to me I don't whistle And if you diss me then i'm gone get you I'm like the Army cause i'm riding for the whole mission [Hook] [Verse 3: ] (?) [Hook]