Young.XS - No Guns lyrics

[Verse 1: Mean] Who running ‘round looking like a bankroll (Mean) Who still sip-sippin' on that ice cold (lean) Got a bunch of bad b**hes on my iPhone (queens) Don't you ever mess around with my cyclone (team) Better watch your back / Imma make the gat clap Whole lotta talk / Homie, this is Baghdad You a walking dead, boy / Imma body bag that Well you better get to stepping / Coming for your rat pack Armed and ready / No guns but I spit flames Don't mess with my clique, lames Yeah I've been about town on a k**ing spree, B Hunting down all my victims Imma throw shade on them haters with my shadow From a birds eye view / Imma shoot ‘em with an arrow Ride in a Camaro / Dancin' with the devil One man syndicate / you messing with a rebel Cool, calm, collected but still imma wreck it and nothing can stop it Well that's for the record Make your brain shatter like paint splatter It's a vendetta / None do better (Nah) I'm the king of the crown So what you gonna do bout it now? Get the f** out of town See imma hold it down Keep my feet on the ground When I fire these rounds [Chorus] Lion City Axe Gang No guns but we bang bang Gun shot to the head when I spit that flame Imma bring that game So you better not miss that aim Better not miss that aim So you better not miss that aim Miss that aim Better not miss that aim So you better not miss that aim Miss that aim [Verse 2: Maddie] Run motherf**er run I'm taking lotta shots / Got no f**ing gun And I'm aiming at your rear view with my iron sight These bars pack a lotta punch / Call me Iron Mike Tyson Now you gotta die, son Left, right, uppercut / Call me M. Bison But I am no bi-son You claim to be fire but I don't see light, son (sun) Switch up my flow and start rapping like this If you don't know me well, keep my name outcha lips Eyes filled with junk; still I shoot and don't miss If you mess with my biz, don't mind handling beast Oh, stole that Kendrick flow but I hope that blonde b**h knows Not to mess with my crew Just ‘cos we keeping it cool We ain't afraid of you This ain't Juice / We don't fist fight, just step in the booth We provide the landscape for you architects But should the base crack, rebuild it back What you thought I ain't gon' say sh** You want beef; now you got the kitchen burning, b**h How many motherf**ers have I seen in the scene? And 8 years later I ain't even know where they been So better check the resume ‘fore you want war I f**ing hate the drama but boy I k** for my brothers and die for my fam I came for the love / I don't wanna make fans I done did it proved it all before Wave a black flag and it's still 2-4-1-9 So, Keep it out your mouth One time and we represent proud The guns not loaded but we banging out loud When the bell rings, its knock out in this bout [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young] Motherf**ers take shots but they can't aim Wanna step up to the block with no game plan I'm the pilot on this airplane get the f** out my co*kpit f** a template, everyone's on that Drake sh** What you know about the struggle? What you know about the route that we took to even get to the hustle Point your barrel at me, hold it with a clenched fist, pull the co*k back take a shot now homie I'll jam the trigger Like snakes you slither, what a sad sight looking worse than a leper The d**h of .XS, motherf**er please… Imma scoop the game up like a pelican's beak I'm holding down the planes where the seraphim sits NVMBR hold it down where the energy meets You rallied up your boys, didn't last for a week, now you both got beef, what a f**ing joke homie I don't care no more, I don't even really wanna rap no more I stand still even when the curtain calls, this is not even a metaphor f** the face of rap up in sing city Put my man mean up there ‘cos he held it down, really The media plays based on personal taste, man they better go brush up on their history .XS got it locked down with a skeleton key Salute the deck boy where the generals be Imma take shots, No, take shots, come at me Shells on the ground, who wanna pop next? Really? Don't let your tongue slip; you got a gun with no clips? We ‘bout that big trees you only bout to plant seeds / Truth Proof / Poof! [Chorus]