Vizzy Venu$ - Golden Gun lyrics

[Intro] Don't f**ing move Everything in your pockets right now Sh-sh-sh-sh-shut the f** up Shut up Don't say anything Everything in your pockets right now Don't try to be a hero, neither Everything Everything out your pockets Now, n***a Now, n***a! NOW, n***a! [Verse 1: VI Seconds] Look Easy way or hard way? What you really wanna do? Cause your move will affect how we part ways Easy way or hard way? Pick and choose Cause this sh** is real, boy and I ain't got all day I'm on a mission, I got paper to stack And if you play with my stacks I'm taking aim with a strap (Blap, blap) I'm 'bout to hold these karats With a burner made of more than fourteen karats What's good? Me when I'm hopping out the chamber When I'm pulling up, n***as know that it's danger I'm one that stay with the drum like a band geek Exotic in the rap, solid gold when we ash these Nash please, I ain't nothing that you can handle Try and you'll get toe open like a sandal You n***as ramble Ain't nothing silent 'bout a maybe I'm 'bout my gamble [Hook 1: VI Seconds] I'm a trillion dollar BABY! And you gon' give me what you owe Yeah, one shot you don't pay me And the pistol's solid gold [Verse 2: VI Seconds] See I ain't really wanna have to Run up in this b**h but you've been giving me a ha**le Thought I was a bust, then I grant her with a grapple Graduated to a hustler, I'm walking with my ta**le We all driven, but it's something different that I'm swerving Laying down some yuppies while I'm dipping through suburbans Heading back to Brooklyn with some Cali for the burning You call it luck? I make my own luck, boy I earned this I wanted it and got it cause I took it Only needed a shot to the air to get 'em booking Up out of my chair, I'm on that Ric Flair WOO! I'm a trillion dollar child and I'mma look it Pay me I'm starving and they looking at me crazy So I'm running in the pockets of anyone trying to play me So I suggest you put your hands up, play it safely I'm wiling cause I'm- [Hook 1] [Verse 3: VI Seconds] Rollie on my wrist, Rollie on my wrist OG in the zip, OG in the zip 40 by my hip, 40 by my hip They know me by the six, know me by the six Burn a couple bands, burn a couple bands Burn another band, burn another band All I got is everything that I earned, boy So I'll burn another band, blow another band Got your boy feeling rich (feeling RICH!) Looking like I sold a hundred bricks (hundred BRICKS!) Like I was home whipping in the kitchen Made a flip off a flick of the wrist (off a flick of the WRIST!) Got your boy feeling rich (feeling RICH!) Looking like I sold a hundred bricks (hundred BRICKS!) Like I was home whipping in the kitchen Made a flip off a flick of the wrist (Motherf**er like) Running in your castle or your temple Give me all you got or I'll be flashing at your temple The finger for my trigger aches So what you want? It's either by me or a ricochet Ain't no finding holes in my plot My plot as a whole is giving you holes and then I plot So, I suggest you give me what you owe Cause I'm running out of patience and this pistol's solid gold So [Hook 2: VI Seconds] BABY! You gon' give me what you owe Yeah, one shot you don't pay me And the pistol's solid gold [Outro: VI Seconds] BABY! OH! PAY ME! GOLD!